Page 80 of Ice Me Out
She nods, bobbing her head and sucking harder. Her tongue massages the underside of my shaft every time she comes up to swirl sloppily around the sensitive area at the base of my crown.
Ok. This is too fucking good. If she doesn’t stop, I’ll need a few minutes before I can go again, and it seems like all my patience has run out for tonight.
“Baby,” I groan, pulling her away from my cock as gently as I possibly can. “We can continue this later. I’m dying to be inside you.”
She lays down against my pillows, watching with interest as I find a condom in the top drawer of my nightstand and quickly roll it on.
“Just tell me if I hurt you, and we’ll change the angle, ok?”
She nods, her eyes wide and her plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
I lean down to kiss her, settling between her thighs and lowering my body over hers. I take care not to crush her with my weight, placing my hands on either side of her head on the pillow.
Her eyes close, but the second the blunt tip of my sheathed cock bumps against her sleek entrance, she tenses up.
Tears slide down her cheeks as she holds onto my forearms, her nails digging into my skin.
I feel her heart beating wildly against my chest, and I stop. “Bex, baby.” I dry her tears with the pads of my thumbs. “What’s wrong?”
More tears fall when she opens her eyes. “I don’t know.” Her voice is trembling, full of panic.
“We don’t have to do this.” I move to get off of her, but her nails dig even deeper into my arms.
“I want to do it. I want you, Jamie.”
I’m confused. “I can’t, baby. Not if you’re crying and you look terrified.”
Bex takes a couple of deep, shuddering breaths. “I think it’s the way you were on top of me. It reminded me of the other night… with him.”
Jesus, fuck. “Then we really shouldn’t do it. Look, I can go down on you again and?—”
“You don’t understand, Jamie.” She cuts me off. “He’s the only man I’ve been with that way. I was so stupid to say yes to him, even though I didn’t love him. I didn’t even like him.”
My next words cost me a lot, but I would be as bad as Priestly if I put what I want before what’s best for Bex. “Maybe then you should wait until you fall for someone.”
“No. I like you. I trust that you would never hurt me like he did. I want it to be you. Please.”
I want Bex so fucking much. But I can’t bring myself to touch her if she’s crying in fear. “Baby,” I murmur, my heart heavy. “Maybe we should just sleep. Talk about this tomorrow morning.”
She shakes her head. “Please, Jamie. I want to replace the memory of him with you. I want you. I’ll just have to remember that it’s your weight on top of me and not his. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I trust you.”
Fuck.
I don’t want to disappoint her. She’s saying she wants this, but I can’t have sex with someone who’s terrified and crying.
Maybe, though, we’ve been doing this the wrong way. “Bex,” I cup her jaw, trying to soothe her. “That night, was he on top of you?”
She nods, her breath still shaky.
“You keep talking about feeling his weight on top of you. What if I’m not on top of you? If you’re on top, you’ll be in complete control, too. So if something feels off, you can stop at any time.”
Bex considers my words for a second. “Yeah. I want to try.”
When I flip us over, she lets out a little surprised shriek, then she giggles. Her eyes are still red and puffy, but she’s no longer crying.
Fuck. She’s beautiful like this. She's straddling me, her tits bouncing as she’s still laughing.
My cock had deflated when I had realized how scared she was. But now he comes back to life from the hot view this position offers.
