Page 17 of Better as It

“That’s all I ever want to give you, Dia. Safety.’

Her eyes shine. “I just never had that before. Never had anyone protect me when I’m not with the club. And you don’t want anything from me, but to be around me.”

She leans in, almost unconsciously. I sense it. She wants me to kiss her.

I shouldn’t.

I should put a stop to this. I feel her breath mix in with mine. My fingers move on their own accord, tracing her cheek.

We move to each other. The kiss is soft at first. A teasing, testing brush of our lips. Then again, slower. Her lips part. I taste her, delicately embracing the mint and her sweet, hesitant way she’s leaning in but taking this moment in. My hand cups her jaw, holding her steady as she melts into me, opening wider for our kiss to grow as her tongue dances with mine. Her palm flattening against my chest. Shifting, she straddles my lap, the hem of her dress brushing my thighs. Our kiss deepens in this gentle rhythm. It’s not frantic, not rush. No, we’re exploring, savoring. Her hands slide up into my hair, tugging as she presses closer against me.

I’m lost. Intoxicated from her taste. I groan against her mouth, every muscle in my body coiled tight, but I don’t push. I let her set our pace, guide this moment.

For a second, my conscious tells me to pull away, to stop this. But she whimpers with need and that thought escapes me.

When she finally pulls away for air, her lips are swollen, her breathing shallow, and her eyes glistening in want. “Justin,” she whispers.

“Yeah?” I press my forehead to hers.

“Will you? Can we?” she whispers unsure of my reaction.

She doesn’t say it fully, but I know what she means. I don’t answer with words. I simply nod, lifting her easily in my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist carrying her through the condo to her bedroom. With each step, my dick presses painfully against my shorts as she kisses my neck, whispering my name like an answered prayer.

I lay her back gently on her bed, standing for a moment to take her in. Her hair is fanned out on her pillow as her chest rises and falls under her summer dress. Her eyes stay locked to mine.

“You sure?” I ask. “You want this to stop, it stops, no explanation needed.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she says firmly.

I crawl onto her bed, hovering above her.

“I want slow,” she whispers, “I want you, Justin, slowly.”

My heart pounds in my chest. I’ve never done slow. I’ve never done delicate. Leaning down, I kiss her. Our clothes come off piece by piece and I take my time with every inch of her skin.

I worship her flesh. She shivers under my touch, arching into me like she’s been waiting her entire life for this moment.

My fingers slide between her delicate lips finding her wet and ready. I rub slow circles over her clit as she presses into me, moaning into my mouth as I kiss her. One finger enters her,she’s primed as she clinches around my digit. I work her as she pants heavily before breaking our kiss.

“That’s it, darlin’. Let go for me.”

“I need to tell you something,” she pants and I still now with two fingers inside her. “Don’t stop, Justin.” She whimpers and I begin fingering her slowly again.

“Tell me, Dia. What do you want.”

“I want you.” She mutters and thank fuck because I’m rock hard and ready to explode. “You need to know. I’ve never done this before.”

Immediately, I go still. “You mean?”

She nods, “I want this, Justin. I need it to be with you. You’re safe and I want this.”

“You need love, Dia. You need more than this.”

Her face changes and I don’t like the hurt on her features. “Don’t tell me what I need. I’ve been told all my life what I need. Give me this Justin. You’re my best friend. You’re my person. You have seen me at my worst. Give me this moment of control to give myself something good while being safe.”

My chest swells with something I can’t pinpoint. I can’t tell her no. I need to do this right for her.

I press my lips against hers, “thank you,” I whisper. “you’re a gift, Dia. Don’t ever let anyone not treat you as such.”

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