Page 68 of Trucker
“Are you decent?” I countered.
“Does it really matter?” She countered.
Smiling, I stepped into the room to find her wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Confused, I remained at the door.
“Um—”
“I’m sorry I don’t have any lingerie.” She hung her head. “I haven’t really had any use for the stuff. Besides, it was hard finding things for me because I’m kinda shaped funny, you know? It was always a giant pain trying to find things.”
“Taji—what’s this?”
“You said when I’m ready.”
“I remember.” I nodded helplessly. “I was there. But?—”
“I’m ready.”
Closing my eyes, I tried stopping the way my body instantly reactive. Every part of me stood at attention, pulsing enough to push me out of control. I held my breath.
She pressed her palms to my chest.
I hadn’t heard her move—but she was now standing in front of me, smelling like roses and fire. Hanging my head, I chewed into my bottom lip while trying to step out of her touch.
“You promised.” She told me.
“I know.” My voice cracked.
I cleared my throat and tried again.
“I know, Sprite. But are you sure?” I pleaded. “There isn’t any rush. I won’t walk away because you need more time—no matter what it does to me. You can take more time.”
Instead of replying, she began undoing the buttons of my shirt.
I caught her wrists in my palms and met her gaze.
“Sprite—Taji, talk to me.” I pleaded. “Please—this can’t be a joke. I’m not that strong.”
“Oh, my god.” She stepped back. “You don’t want to. Jesus. I was thinking that…I’m sorry.”
Turning away, she grabbed a pair of jeans and began pushing her legs into it. Quickly, I rushed over to her and caught her around the hips to turn her to face me.
“This isn’t about if I want to or not.” I told her. “It’s about you going through something so terrifying and I need to make sure you’re?—”
“I know my body, Trucker.” Taji told me. “I know what I want—of course, I’m nervous. But that’s to be expected, right?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Right.” I managed. “Nerves.”
“Then listen to me when I say that I want you.” She blinked. “I want you now.”
Exhaling, I finished unbuttoning my shirt while backing her toward the bed. As she fell backward onto it, I discarded my shirt and knelt between her thighs on the bed. She pushed my pants off and they pooled to the floor before I leaned forward to kiss from her left hip, up the warm flesh of her stomach to her right breast.
“I hate it when you wear clothes.” I muttered, gripping the fragile material of her bra and ripping it from her. “It’s always in the way.”
Taji whimpered.
Finally kissing her, I snaked a hand between our bodies and showing the same treatment to her panties I had to her bra, I slipped a finger into her.
