Page 45 of What About Now

“Only mine.” I drop to my knees, place my hands on her hips, and press a kiss to her quivering belly. I peer up at her to find her watching me. “You’re beautiful, Brogan.” Her lips quirk up in a shy smile, and that’s my cue to keep going. I grip her silk panties and pull. They slide over her hips and thighs with ease. As she steps out of them, I toss them to the side.

“Brogan,” I rasp. I can smell her arousal.

“Show me.”

“Show you what, baby?”

“Show me what you want to do to me.”

“So many things,” I tell her. My lips find their way to her soft skin, just above her pussy. She sucks in a breath, causing me to pull back and peer up at her. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to. I just… I don’t know how far….” Her voice trails off.

“You hold all the power here, Brogan. You tell me what you want, and that’s what you’ll get. Nothing more, nothing less. This is all you.”

“No one has ever touched me… there. Just you.”

I swallow hard. I know how big this is for her. She’s putting her trust in me, something she doesn’t give easily. “How about we get into bed?” I suggest. I need to slow this down. I know she wants this, but does that mean she’s ready? I need to give her some time to change her mind.

“Oh.” Her hands cover her breasts, and she looks like I slapped her.

“Hey.” I scramble to climb to my feet. “Not because I don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable. I thought the bed might be better. You might not feel so exposed under the covers.”

“Right. Of course.”

“Brogan, I could devour you for hours, baby, and I am not tired of tasting, looking at, or feeling you, but we have time to take this slower. I don’t expect anything.”

“Are you going to get into bed like that?” She nods to where I’m still fully clothed.

“You want to help me?” I ask.

She nods, and I drop my hands to my sides. I watch as she raises her shaky hands and fumbles to unbutton my shirt. Needing to be connected to her, I grip her hips and pull her closer. She laughs, and that seems to help ease some of her nerves as she manages to finish the last button and push my shirt from my shoulders. It falls to the floor, and I reach behind my neck, grabbing my T-shirt and chucking it.

“You still have work to do.” I wink at her, and she smiles, her shoulders relaxing even further.

She moves to the button of my jeans and makes quick work of the button and zipper. She grips my waistband and tugs, taking my boxer briefs and jeans at the same time.

“Oh,” she says, surprised, when my hard cock slaps against my bare abs.

“All for you,” I tell her.

I kick at my jeans until they’re off and flying across the bedroom. Brogan stands before me. Her gaze is zeroed in on my cock.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not in a bad way.”

“Can I?”

I slide my hand behind her neck, and she looks at me. “Anything you want, Brogan.”

She reaches out and grips me.

“Tighter,” I instruct. She tightens her hold, and I groan at the feel of her soft hands around me.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” she asks.

I bite the inside of my cheek, and shake my head. I need to give her this time to explore, but fuck me, I’m ready to lose control. Needing a distraction, I lift my hand to her breast, running the pad of my thumb over her hard nipple. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, never letting go of my cock that she’s softly stroking.

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