Page 12 of Opening Hearts

He turned his head and kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Relax, baby. If you want me to stop, tell me. I just want to make you feel good.” Kissing her other thigh, he slid his hands under her ass, lifting her up slightly, and pressed his face over her pussy, his mouth open, making sure she felt the heat of his breath through her clothes.

At her groan, he pushed the denim of her shorts up as far as possible, letting his tongue dance over her skin, as close to the top of her thigh as he could. When he lifted his head, her eyes were closed once again and her body flushed, definitely with arousal this time. His fingers drifted up to the waistband of her shorts. “Can we take these off? It’ll feel so much better without them.”

Her eyes drifted open, hazed with lust, and met his. A brief hesitation, then, “Okay.”

His chest filled with elation, but he only allowed himself a small smile on the outside. Okay, it might’ve been a shit-eating grin, but he couldn’t keep it in. Making quick work of the button and zipper on her shorts, he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled. She lifted her hips, and he got up on his knees, moving back so he could pull her shorts and panties all the way off, his eyes feasting on the skin of her legs, then the downy thatch of blonde curls where her legs met.

She had her legs tightly closed now, her flush a deeper red again. He ran a hand up the outside of her leg, leaning forward to kiss her again, get her to relax and feel comfortable once more. “Hannah, you’re so beautiful. You’re killing me.” After breaking off their kiss, he stared down into her eyes. “Do you want me to get naked too? Would that make you more comfortable?”

Her cheeks got even redder, and she looked away from him. “Um … I—“

He tamped down a chuckle and kissed her again. “Maybe later.” Sliding down her body once more, he gently pressed her thighs apart, settling himself back in place, kissing his way up the soft skin, letting his tongue trace the juncture of her hip and thigh, letting her get used to him being there while she was naked. When her thigh muscles grew less tense, he nuzzled over her pussy, breathing in the scent of her.

She gasped. “What are you—? Oh God. No one’s ever …”

In answer to her half-voiced questions, he used his thumbs to open her up and let his tongue wander over her.

“Oh my God.” The words came out as a moan, and he could tell she was warring with herself, not sure whether to be embarrassed by what he was doing or relax into the pleasure.

He licked again and pulled back. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax. I got you.”

She gasped when he licked her again and focused his attention on her clit, wetness coating his chin. He took his time, savoring her taste, her moans, every twitch of her legs, and every time she arched her back, starting to ride his face. Sliding his finger inside her elicited another gasp, but she was so lost to her pleasure that she didn’t tense at this new element, instead pushing further against him. God, she was tight with just his one finger. He couldn’t imagine how much tighter she would feel around two, much less his cock. An involuntary groan escaped his lips at the thought, and she bucked against his mouth. So responsive to him. He couldn’t wait until he could feel her wrapped around him. But that wasn’t going to happen today. He was pushing enough with just this, her inexperience so obvious that he almost felt bad. Almost. The thrill of her sweet body and the way she gave herself to him was too overpowering for him to regret a second.

Soon the combination of his mouth sucking on her clit and his finger working her from the inside was too much. Another tide of pink flushed her body, she arched her back, and clamped down on his finger, her legs going straight and squeezing around his shoulders for a moment before she went limp. He nuzzled against her a moment longer, softening his touch on her now-sensitive flesh before pulling away and crawling up her body.

He pulled her against him, an explosion on the screen making him aware that the movie he’d started was still playing. But he couldn’t care less. Gathering Hannah’s limp form in his arms, he settled next to her, pulling her tight against him, his hand once again stroking up and down her back. She let out a contented sigh and snuggled into his chest. He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, giving her a minute to process everything and come back to herself.

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