Page 27 of Pieces of Halves

Watching her struggle to find words is amusing, but it worries me that she is jumping into this too quickly. She wants to heal. This may not be the right thing for her, and I do not want to hurt her further. Groaning, she drops her forehead on my chest, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“What about me and you?” I ask and rub small circles on her lower back.

“What…” she mumbles and lets out a heavy sigh. “Never mind. I’m sorry I brought it up. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Her voice is so small that it makes my chest ache.

Damn it. I groan internally and wince, bracing myself for a difficult conversation.

“What do you think of when you think about sex?” It is a direct question that’s needed to get to the bottom of what she is looking for. She has been through a lot, and everyone copes differently.

“You,” she breathes out as her head snaps up, eyes wide and lips parted.

The hand I have on her hip tightens, and the urge to crush my lips on her rushes over like a violent wave. Pride and joy fill my chest as I restrain myself from running my hands all over her body.

Fine line, I remind myself.

“All right,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her neck. “What do you feel when you imagine me hovering over you?”

“I like it. You keep me safe.”

The answer is simple, sinking its claws into my heart.

“What about pinning your wrists?” I venture a little further.

She shivers and sharply takes a breath in.

“I would ask for more,” she whispers.

My lips stretch, and I place a soft kiss on the skin of her shoulder. Her breath hitches, and the tension in my groin intensifies. She extends her neck and leans her breasts into my chest. Her every reaction is bliss.

“What if you wanted to move, but I wouldn’t let you?” The question is a dangerous one. Her fingers run higher along my scalp, her breathing labored as she presses closer.

My heart hammers in my chest and my cock throbs from her responses, the need for her growing. My movement delicate, I lift the skirt to her thighs and graze my fingers along her skin. Her hot breath fans my neck when she rests her head on my shoulder, and a whimpering moan escapes her mouth.

“Speak, Izzy,” I whisper.

The words need to come out of her mouth. I have to be certain I’m not pushing too far.

“Nervous, but it makes me excited.” Her voice is laced with fear of being judged.

“What if I squeezed your ass and pulled at your hair?” I move a hand through her locks and grip it loosely.

It is a cautious taunt, but I am curious. Her hips jerk into me, and she gasps. It’s beautiful and torturous seeing her like this. Taking my hand from her thigh, I pluck her hand from my neck and hold it firmly in mine. She does not resist, her eyes locking on mine and her chest heaving. Our gaze locked, I slide our hands between her legs, pulling her underwear to the side.

Her lips parted, she inhales sharply. The moisture around her folds makes my erection twitch, the need to have her growing. Fucking hell, I want to see her cum. She sucks in a breath and moans when I press her hand against her center. Her hips buck when I move our hands back and forth.

Increasing the hold on her hair, I pull while guiding her to rub herself. Her neck extends, and the sight of her closed eyes and panting mouth sends a shiver through my bones.

I dive to her throat and run my tongue across it, licking and nibbling, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She moans through sharp breaths, her body spasming. Clenching her thighs around our hands, her head jerks forward. With a firm grip, I pull her back. I want to see her face when she is riding out this wave. She whimpers, slamming her hips into my hand.

My mind spins, and my heart fills with something magical at how much she is giving me; she is placing her fragile heart into my hands. It’s terrifying and exhilarating.

Her body shakes, her breathing settles, and her eyes weakly flutter open. She is so beautiful. Loosening my grip on her head, I bring her close and hold her tight, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. She snuggles in and rests against me – relaxed and satisfied.

A wave of relief washes over me. This was a big step. She did good.

“How do you feel?” I place my chin on her head and play with her hair.

“Like I can breathe again.” She exhales and tilts her head to look up at me.

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