Page 36 of Shattered Dreams

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

I stand and kick my boxers across the floor, and she scoots to the edge of the bed and holds my cock in her hands. Pressing her lips against my shaft, she breathes in. “I love how you smell. Your skin, the scent of your semen. All of it.” Her tongue flicks out and catches a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. Cupping my balls, she licks my cock, and it’s all I can do not to explode all over her face.

I focus on what she’s doing. Not that way, but that she can put my cock in her mouth. When we first met, she could barely touch me without it scaring her. Now she can enjoy it, knowing I would never use sex as a weapon to hurt her. Her trust brings tears to my eyes. We haven’t been together that long, but already she’ll put her life in my hands.

“Zarah,” I rasp.

“Yeah?” She looks at me, her big brown eyes glowing, and I get lost.

“Let me love you.”

“Okay.” She rips the condom packet open, and carefully, her touch feather-light, she rolls the latex over my erection. She tosses the wrapper onto the nightstand and lies back.

This beautiful creature is mine, and she says she loves me. I don’t know how I got to be so lucky. I’m still a moment too long, and she reaches out to me.

“Come here, Gage, and make love to me.”

I nestle my hips between her legs and gently push inside her. She sighs, her body relaxing into the mattress.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she whispers into my ear, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, baby.”

With a hand under her ass, I claim the last inch, and she moans. She’s tight and so wet, I barely feel the condom on my cock. Languidly, I move in and out, sucking on one of her nipples as she arches her back, wanting more.

I completely pull out of her, and she whimpers.

“Turn over for me.” I know what I’m asking her, and a brief hint of fear shoots through her eyes. This isn’t a test, not really, and you might say I’m wanting her to go too fast. Maybe I am putting her trust to the test, but I’m also tired of having anything between us in bed. I’m not one of her jobs, and she knows that by now.

She sits up and licks her lips. “Will you touch...my butt?” She blushes and I think it’s adorable, but I’m also surprised. That’s the last thing I thought she would want.

“You mean . . . ?”

“Not butt sex, but will you touch me? Stella says she likes it, and I’ve never...”

“Your jobs never—” God, how do I put this delicately?— “took you there?” My mouth dries. The idea a man would force his cock into a place that needs sensitivity, patience, and control—her jobs would never do that.

“No. I’ve never been touched there, in any way, and I want to know how it feels.”

I haven’t had anal sex often, and though most men seem to like it, I don’t think it lived up to all the hype. Maybe I’m in the minority. Viv never liked anal, and I was okay forgoing it. Sometimes I would finger her while we messed around, but I never considered Zarah would want to experiment.

When I don’t say anything, she says, “I trust you, Gage.”

I brush a kiss over her lips. “Turn over.”

She twists and kneels. “You have to tell me what to do.”

Pushing on her back between her shoulder blades, I say, “Relax. You don’t have to do anything.”

“Okay,” she says, hugging a pillow to her.

She’s still wet, dripping, and I push two fingers into her, coating them. Slowly, I pull them out and slide my fingers toward the fragile pucker of her ass, slicking her skin. I reach that second opening and she tenses, but I don’t apply pressure, not yet. I move my fingers back down and push into her. She nudges backward, instinctively wanting more.

This time, when I pull my fingers out, I wet her sweet ass and push my finger into her just a little. Her breath hitches, and my cock throbs. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Do more.”

The pillow muffles her voice, but I know what she said. I wet my finger again, circle the tight spot, and push in up to my knuckle. “Do you like this?”

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