Page 61 of Rebellion

He stripped me out of the corset and mirrored my actions from before, yanking my skirt off.

“You have no idea how many nights I jacked off imagining these curves.” He ran his hands down my rib cage all the way to my hip and back up. “This one, right here. This curve is my fourth favorite.”

“Fourth?” He was the first man who’d ever admired my curves and it tickled me that he’d spent this much time thinking about parts of my body.

“Your ass is number three.” He squeezed my ass in both his hands, lingering, emphasizing his point.

My heart skipped a beat, reveling in the excitement of his adoration of my body. My body. The one it had taken me so long to learn to appreciate myself.

I could hardly wait to see where his hands went next.

Two knuckles slid back up the curve of my hip and waist, past my ribcage and circled a breast, caressing it gently, skimming the back of his fingers across my skin. “These are my second favorite, but it’s a close call between your tits and your ass. When I imagine thrusting my cock between these beautiful lush breasts, they win out.

The acts he suggested floated through my mind. In the world of BDSM the idea was tame, but my skin tingled at the thought of doing exactly what he said.

“But this...” he kissed me, not crushing and hard, not taking, but giving me a soft touch of his lips, then he trailed his tongue across my bottom lip. “This is my favorite curve you have. When you smile, my love, it lights up not just a room, but my whole god-damned world.”

My heart melted into a puddle of goo. Right there on the bed.

I had men who found me attractive, men who lusted after me, and I’d certainly had the opposite. In every relationship I’d ever had with men, I’d been an object of either desire, mediocrity, or even revulsion. Only Grayson broke that mold. To him I was a person, one worthy of love.

He loved me, and more than any other therapy, self-help book, affirmation, or persona I put on, that knowledge helped me love myself too.

If I was worthy of his love, I must be worthy of my own.

I kissed Gray, reciprocating the soft press of our lips together. This wasn’t about passion but connection. Two hearts coming together, becoming one and ignoring the big Gray elephant in the room.

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