Page 2 of Digit's Deflection
“I, um, oh.” I’m so surprised by his words – flustered is probably a better word for it – that it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. “So, um, so what changed?”
“I was helping my dad feed the goats this afternoon, and I got to thinking about all the things we’re planning to do when we leave Huntersville. How we’re planning on moving in and starting a life together, and it got me to thinking what that life would look like.”
“Yeah?” I frown, not following his train of thought.
“Yeah. How we’d be living like man and wife, even if we aren’t. Yet anyways. And it got me thinking about what it would be like to – you know – share a bed at night. It got me all worked up, and now I don’t want to wait.”
“Oh. Um. Huh.” Nerves quiver in the pit of my stomach while, at the same time, excitement begins to build at the thought of having sex with Treven.
I feel his gaze on me and lift mine. His study of me makes me squirm.
“We don’t have to, if you don’t feel ready though.”
He’s giving me an out, and I love him for it, but suddenly I want this. “No, I’m okay with it. You just caught me off-guard is all.”
Giving me another one of those knee-weakening smiles, he leans over and kisses me. Allowing myself to get lost in the kiss, it takes me a minute to realize he’s inching the hem of my T-shirt up, over my belly. Instinctively, I tense before relaxing and letting him carry on.
Lifting my arms, I make it easier for him to get the shirt off. He stops a moment to take in my half-naked torso. Then his hands are all over me – a little clumsy, but also a lot exciting. His hands kneading my modest breasts, he swoops in for another hot and wet kiss.
Things progress quickly after that, both of us eager to get fully naked.
It’s only when Treven steps out of his jeans and underwear that those pesky nerves come back full force. Taking in his very hard and, what appears to be, very large penis, I panic a little. I highly doubt that’s going to fit inside me.
Always attuned to my moods and emotions, he drops down on the mattress and takes my hand in his. “What’s the matter, Li?”
My eyes dart down to his lap and skitter away just as quickly. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to give voice to my fear. “It’s so – I mean, um – is that thing even going to fit?” I blurt out.
I see understanding in his gentle eyes. “We were made for each other. So yeah, it’ll fit. It may smart for a bit in the beginning. At least, that’s what Sheri says. But then it’ll be okay. I promise.”
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My sister, Sheri, is my go-to for everything. It was hard asking her about sex, but I want to make it as good an experience for Li as I can. So I asked the hard questions.
“Okay. I trust you,” she says.
The look in Liora’s beautiful grey eyes is enough to humble me. So much trust expressed there, along with her words, has me suddenly doubting myself. I know I’m rushing her into this, and yet, she’s so willing to put her faith in me to do right by her.
I’m trying my best to stay calm, but I can’t deny I’m freaking out a little inside. I want tonight to be incredible for her – for us – I just don’t know if I can pull it off. For a long time now, this urge to tie her up has been eating at me. I know I can seem a bit bossy sometimes, but it’s my nature to take charge and make sure things get done.
It’s part of the surprise I have planned for tonight, so here’s hoping it’ll be a good one. Fingers crossed.
The evidence of Liora’s nervousness is felt in the strong flutter of her pulse against my lips as they glide down her neck. Dropping tiny kisses as I go, I savor the warmth of her smooth skin. A breathy sigh whispers across my cheek when I scrapemy teeth gently across the curve of her jaw, making my already aching dick harden even more.
Kneading her breast over the material of her bra is wholly unsatisfying, so I slide my hands in under her body and fumble with the clasp, making a mental note to practice being better at the task. When I finally wrangle it free and divest her of the offending garment, I take a moment to appreciate the bounty I’ve uncovered.
My mouth waters at the sight, and I give in to the impulse to taste a tightly pebbled nipple. The sound Liora makes reminds me of a kitten begging for attention, and I’m only too happy to give it to her. But before I do, I decide the moment is right to implement my plan.
Flipping her over onto her stomach, I run my palms over the satin skin of her back, absorbing the feel of her beneath my hands. A hand per arm, I glide them down her toned muscles and wonder where she’s developed such definition fleetingly.
But as I reach her wrists, my thoughts go back to my intention. I search for the soft scarf I stole from my mother’s dresser and, material in between my teeth, I gently but firmly take one in each hand, bringing them together. I wrap the scarf around in an infinity pattern.
“Treven, what are you doing?” Liora’s voice trembles. My gut tightens at the sound of real panic lying just beneath the words.
Taking a moment, I carefully consider my words before I reply. “It’s something I’ve been dying to try with you. I don’t know why tying you up like this appeals to me, but it does,” I say as I tie a bow in the material to hold it secure.
