Page 77 of Shattered Fate

She crawls off me, and I have to adjust. The zipper teeth rasping as she unzips her leggings scratches along my skin. She has to peel them off her legs, and standing in my living room in a leather vest, her blouse hanging open, and black panties peeking from the hem, she’s the fucking sexiest thing.

I lie on my side and pat the space on the couch next to me. “Lie on your back.”

She lies next to me, her head on my arm, and I curl my body around her. “Put your leg on my hip, and spread your legs, baby. You’re going to make yourself come,” I say, holding her hand. “Your first time should belong to you.”

“How?”

I whisper into her ear. “I’ll help you. Find your clit.”

I ease her hand under the waistband of her panties, and heat permeates from between her legs.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” she asks.

“No. I want to make love to you, but not now.” What Zarah and I do together will never be just sex.

“Okay.”

“Find your clit, Zarah. Is it big? Are you excited?” I swallow around the lump in my throat.

“Yes,” she whispers.

My hand is on top of hers, and I guide her fingers between the lips of her pussy. I push my cock into her hip.

“Feel yourself. How wet are you?”

I let her explore without my help.

She whimpers. “I’m really wet.”

“Is that good? Do you feel safe? Desire with someone you lo— trust should always feel safe.”

“I trust you, Gage.”

“I’m glad. Wet your fingers and then touch your clit in a way that feels good.”

She rubs her middle finger in gentle circles. Her body tenses, then relaxes, then tenses again.

It’s fucking hot to help her get herself off. I’ve never helped a woman before. They’ve all wanted me to be in control, and I was, happily.

I kiss her, our tongues swirling together, mimicking her finger between the lush folds of her pussy.

“I need more,” she whimpers. “What do I need?”

“Do you want me to push one of my fingers inside you?” I ask, my cock throbbing hopefully.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? I’ll be touching you down there.”

“Please, Gage.” She looks at me, and I’ve adjusted to the lack of light enough that I can meet her gaze and know she understands what she’s asking.

I slide my hand out of the top of her panties and find her slit through the leg of her satin underwear.

She tenses.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

I push my middle finger inside her, and my fantasies never came close to how she feels. So tight and hot. She lifts her hips, moaning, inviting me in.

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