Page 57 of Strangers in Love

I chuckled, and she flushed, looking away.

“Hey now.” I put my hand on her cheek and turned her face back to mine. “Don’t do that. I like that you like how I look.”

That last statement had a hell of a lot more meaning in it than she could realize, but it’d needed said, if only because I needed to hear it out loud to believe it. Or, at least, to partially believe it. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to believe it one hundred percent of anyone.

“I do,” she said, reaching out a hand. “I very much like how you look.”

And then she touched me, her palm as gentle as her voice. She pressed it over my heart, and I wondered if she could tell how fast my pulse was racing. As she slid it down my chest to my stomach, I closed my eyes, hands closing into fists as I struggled to stay still.

My abdominal muscles jumped and twitched, the feeling similar to what had happened when I’d grabbed that electric fence. Then she stopped, right above the waistband of my pants, and her breathing changed.

I opened my eyes and realized that she was looking down between us. The sweatpants I was wearing didn’t do much to hide my erection. I didn’t know how many men she’d been with – and that really wasn’t something I wanted to think about – but chances were that I was, well, bigger. It wasn’t bragging, just a fact. And while she wasn’t the shortest woman I’d been with, at least as far as I could remember, she was definitely the most fragile looking.

“Hey.” I used a finger to lift her chin. “We don’t have to go any further than you want to, okay? Let’s take it one step at a time. And you can tell me to stop at any time you want.”

She nodded and gave me a soft smile. It was strange how she seemed to be both eager and shy simultaneously. Maybe if I’d known her longer, I’d understand it, but if I’d known her better, she might not have wanted this to happen at all.

“Can I take your shirt off?” I asked as I ran my thumb along her bottom lip. I wanted to see her, touch her, but I meant what I said. I wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want me to do.

She nodded, lifting her arms to help as I pulled her shirt over her head. The flush in her cheeks was also across the tops of her breasts, and I saw her hands start to come up, as if she wanted to cover herself.

“Don’t hide.” I cupped her breast and traced her nipple with my thumb. “You’re beautiful.”

The pleased expression on her face made my stomach twist in a good way. I liked that my compliment could make her happy. Especially since I now knew that she didn’t think of herself that way. It was crazy because she was beautiful. Every inch of her, clothed and unclothed.

Her skin was the sort of fair that I thought probably burned rather than tanned. Her breasts were small, barely a handful, and tipped with pale peach nipples that pebbled under my touch. She was even more slender than I’d first thought, small-boned in a way that made me conscious of just how much larger I was than her, how easy it would be to accidentally hurt her.

A strange wave of protectiveness surged inside me, and I became more determined than ever to give her what she needed to at least have a few hours of peace.

As I told her to lie back, I went up on my knees and bent over her. When my tongue flicked across the tip of one nipple, she gasped, and then I took it between my lips. She squirmed as I sucked the sensitive bit of flesh into my mouth and then began to moan. I used my fingers to tease her other nipple and then switched. Alternating back and forth between mouth and hand, I worked her higher, not pausing until she was panting and saying my name.

I sat back for a moment and then reached for the waistband of her thin, cotton pajama pants, asking, “Can I?”

She nodded, her enthusiasm clear even in the dim light. She wasn’t saying a lot, which was funny considering how much one-sided conversation we’d had in the short time we’d known each other, but I got the impression her lack of words wasn’t for any negative reason. It seemed more like she was just absorbing everything, and that worked just fine for me. If she was focused on me, she wasn’t thinking about what’d happened to her.

I took her underwear off with her pants so that after I tossed them onto the same nearby chair as our shirts. She shivered as I put my hands on her ankles and then slid my palms up her calves to her knees and then up to her thighs. I leaned over her again and pressed a kiss just below her belly button. She let out a gust of air that was more a sigh than a word, but I still thought she’d said my name.

Straightening, I ran my hands back down her legs until I got to her ankles, and then, keeping my eyes on her face, I spread her legs. One hint of discomfort and I’d stop, but it wasn’t until I stretched out on my stomach that her expression changed. It wasn’t discomfort, though. It was surprise.

“Relax,” I said with a cocky smile. “I’ll have you screaming on my cock soon enough. Let me see how many times I can make you come on my tongue before that.”

And I lowered my head to take my first taste of that sweet pussy.

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The first time I came,it was from his mouth alone. Wet and hot friction. Sucking and licking. Moving up and around. In and out. Thorough. Very thorough. His tongue touching places that no one else had ever touched. Not with their tongue. Not their fingers. Nothing.

I didn’t tell him that this was the first time I’d ever had an orgasm I hadn’t brought about. The first time I’d ever experienced oral sex. The first time anyone outside of my doctor had seen the most intimate parts of me. I was the sort of person who didn’t change clothes casually, even around my sister.

But I wasn’t really thinking about any of that as he began to rub my clitoris with the flat of his tongue. I didn’t want to think about any of it. Think about anything but the way pleasure was coiling tight in my belly once more. Then he slipped a finger inside me, and I gasped, my back arching. I’d used my own fingers a few times, but it wasn’t the same. Not the size, not the angle. Not the way he moved.

He moved his finger in and out of me, twisting and curling it as he used the tip of his tongue to circle my clit. My hands dug into the bedspread, and I closed my eyes, unable to process all the sensations my senses were bringing in. Another finger slid inside me, and this time, when he curled them, they pressed against what I knew was my g-spot, and I came again. This time, I couldn’t stifle the cry that ripped out of me as a wave of white-hot pleasure crashed over me.

It wasn’t until I felt the mattress shift that I managed to open my eyes. How long had passed, I didn’t know, but it had been time enough for Eoin to have taken off his pants, and now he knelt between my legs. His penis was as large as I’d anticipated, thick and long, curving up out of reddish-brown curls, but I realized now that thinking I’d prepared myself so as not to show my inexperience was foolish.

It was one thing to imagine, and quite another to actually see. His hand was around it, moving in slow strokes as he looked down at me. A sliver of moonlight crossed his face, allowing me to see all the heat and desire in his eyes, and my breath caught.

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