Page 85 of The Perfect Love

Finally, I see a hint of that amusement in her eyes again.

“Maybe we should start slow. Watching more TV together? Eating a meal might get messy. We could take a shower—”

“Yes. I like that. There’s intimacy to that. It might… help build the trust. Not that I don’t trust you—”

“I understand. And I’m good with that. Tell me whenever you want to do that.”

She climbs off my lap and grabs my hand. “How about now?”

“After everything today? Are you sure?”

She nods. “I think that’s why I want to do it now. I want to wash away—accidental pun—everything else that happened tonight, and focus on you and us.”

I let her pull me up, then I look into her eyes. “If that’s what you want, I’m in.”

She intertwines our fingers and leads me to the bathroom.

Once she has the water running and towels set out, she turns to me.

“Will you start?”

I strip my shirt off and drop it on the floor. “Are we doing tit for tat or do you want me fully naked so you can get the whole show first?”

She smiles, and the remaining wisps of uncertainty vanish from her eyes, replaced by playfulness. “Get down to your boxers. Then I’ll give you some tit.”

“Is this a preview of the dirty talk I have to look forward to in the future?”

Now I get a full laugh out of her. “Oh yeah, baby. Take off those socks. Let me see your hairy ankles.”

“You can blame my genetics for my yeti-like state. Sorry.” I shrug and drop my pants before toeing off my socks.

She tilts her head. “Legs maybe. Your chest isn’t too bad.” She runs her hand over my pec. “Just the right amount of hair.”

She tugs on one and smiles, then pulls her shirt over her head.

I have no issues with doing this tonight, other than I wish I could’ve beaten off first. Because not getting hard at some point is going to be a challenge. And while I’m not some asshole who is worried about blue balls, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.

It doesn’t help that she’s my absolute dream. All soft curves with the slightest hint of muscle beneath them. Her creamy skin is dotted with freckles. I can’t wait until I get to kiss every single one. But that’s not the point tonight, so I force a deep breath, think of non-boner-inducing things, and watch as my dream girl gets almost naked in front of me.

“How are you feeling so far?” I ask.

“Better than I thought. Trying to turn my sex brain off.”

I chuckle at that. “I think it’s understandable that we’d be at least a little turned on. We’re dating and obviously find each other attractive. It’s bound to happen. Maybe that even helps. This will prove to you that even with those feelings, there can be intimacy—and safety—while naked without anything sexual happening.”

“You’re so smart,” she breathes, then takes her bra off.

One day. One day I will get to play with her beautiful, full breasts. And I can’t wait. But today isn’t about that.

“Same time?” I ask.

She nods and a few seconds later, we’re both naked. Thankfully, I’m keeping my dick to barely a semi.

“I know it’s not about that, but you’re stunning,” I say.

“Funny, I was going to say you’re hot as fuck. Potayto-potahto.”

We both laugh, then she opens the shower curtain and we climb in, switching out for space under the showerhead.

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