Page 36 of Unhurried Hearts

“Can I take these off?”

My stomach squeezes at the idea of being totally naked with a man. I’m at ease in my own bed, though, in thenest of blankets and pillows with the heat of Chris’s torso sinking into my skin.

“Yes, I want you to.”

His eyes darken, jaw clenching as he sits up and kneels on either side of my legs to work the loose pants down my hips. When the fabric is low enough and he sees that I’m not wearing panties he groans, adjusting himself. The bulge is huge. Lowering himself onto his stomach between my parted legs, his eyes are fixed between my thighs. The urge to close them out of shyness is strong, but with him in the way I couldn’t if I wanted to.

With something close to reverence, he glides his fingers with whisper-light touches over my bare lips.

“You are so damn soft,” he murmurs.

The skin on his palms and fingers may be rough with hard-earned callouses but he’s touching me so gently. Despite the feathery touches, there’s an ache forming deep inside me, and I know I’m noticeably wet. With the slightest increase in pressure, he parts me.

“And so damn pretty.”

My cheeks prickle with heat as I draw a shaky breath.

I’m so wet that he barely touches my entrance but comes away with slick fingers that he glides over my clit with that same maddening, mind-blowing delicate touch. Everything feels tight from my abs to my aching, empty pussy.Over and over, he strokes my clit, his face so close that hot breath tickles my inner thighs.

“I want more,” I cry, too turned on to care that I’m begging.

I could cry when he stops and climbs up the bed to lay on my left side.

“Chris,” I practically pout.

I reach down, easily finding the bulge in his sweats. Wrapping my fingers around him the best I can, I squeeze. He’s so damn hard.

He thrusts against my touch with a deep moan that makes me squirm closer to him.

Almost as quickly he backs his hips up, out of my reach.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, worried I gripped him too tight.

“No. Hell, no. I want you so bad it hurts. Literally. But tonight, I’m going to make you come and that’s it. There’s no hurry with me.”

He emphasizes the last word and I know he’s trying to convey that he isn’t like Darren.

I nod up at him, knowing he’s right. We don’t need to do everything all in one evening.

There’s no hurry.

I shiver as he trails his fingers down my left breast and stomach until his teasing over the skin of my mound.

“Has anyone ever put their fingers inside of you?”

I shake my head, cheeks burning as I lift my hips to encourage him to touch me harder. These gentle touches are becoming more than I can bear. I ache as his finger circles my opening.

“Part your legs.”

I do as he says, the cool air of the room accentuating how wet I am. With torturous speed, the pressure of his finger increases until he’s filling me. I whimper, his hands so much bigger and rougher and hotter than my own, easily reaching parts of me I’ve never managed. Rolling onto my left side, I bury my face in his bare chest as he pulls out his finger before sliding it back inside. I breath in the spicy scent of his soap.

“Chris, you feel so good.”

He picks up the pace, keeping his finger deep inside me while pressing against my g-spot.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I pant, kissing his chest that’s burning hot beneath my lips.

“You got something to give me, honey?” he asks, and I feel myself contract.

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