Page 86 of Light Up The Night
“Oh—okay." She whispers even more quietly then. "I want to, but I am scared."
“Scared of what? Tell me what you're afraid of."
"I…I am not sure. It is…a generalized anxiety rather than true fear. Anticipation, perhaps, is the best word. Nervous. I never, ever,everimagined I could have this, and certainly not with a man like you."
I frown at her. "Man like me?"
Her smile is soft, tender. "Yes, Riley. A man like you. Charming. Cool. Interesting. Rugged. Masculine. Handsome." A blush. "Hot." This is whispered. "Other girls, normal, neurotypical girls dream and fantasize about their first foray into sexual intimacy being with a man like you, Riley. I never dared. Such things are not for me, I have always felt."
"Breaks my goddamn heart to hear you say that, honey." I kiss her again, as gently as I possibly can. “That shit just ain't true. It's fuckin' bullshit. Fuck normal, and fuck everyone else. This is about you and me, okay? Just you and me. Here. Now."
Her eyes water. "I like that. Fuh—gah. I cannot say it."
"Sure, you can." I grin at her, tug on her lower lip with my thumb. "Try it.Fucknormal andfuckeveryone else."
She shakes her head. "It is very difficult to break a lifelong habit."
"But you can do it. Just you and me here, sweetheart. No one to judge. Fuck normal. Right?"
“F-f-f…” A hiss of frustration. "Fuck normal!" It comes out loud and forceful, shocking even her. "Fuck normal!" She giggles, clapping her hands over her mouth. "That felt good. Fuck normal!"
"Fuck normal!" I laugh with her. "Fuck normal. Fuck normies. Fuck anyone who's ever made you feel anything less than the magical fucking goddess you are."
I lean into her and take her to her back and kiss her, and soon we're lost in the kiss and her tongue seeks mine and her breast is soft and heavy in my hand and her nipple is hard under my thumb. She whimpers, gasps, and then lifts up to crush her mouth against mine and thrusts her tongue into my mouth—the woman kisses with a ferocity and hunger unlike anything I've ever felt. My cock throbs, and, despite my assurance earlier, it is uncomfortable. Painful, even. I growl as I kiss her, pawing her tit and tweaking her nipple until she's gasping and panting, and then I slide my hand to her belly, wanting that gasp of hers, that moan, that whimper, the way she arches when she comes—
She rips away from the kiss and pushes me, as roughly as she's ever done anything, away. “No, no, no!” She leans over me, tits draped and swaying against my chest, hair a wild, sunlit-copper cloud of pale golden-red curls. Her mossy eyes are huge and, frankly, horny. So fucking turned on. Her cheeks are pink and flushed, and she's panting softly. "I think if I let you, all we would do is you…um…giving me…ahhhh…orgasms."
"True. Would that be so bad?"
She giggles, and how the fuck can a giggle be cute yet wickedly arousing at the same time? "No, it would not. For me, at least. But I have other desires than for orgasms."
"Y'do, huh?" I murmur. "Sorry. I'll be a good boy."
She sits up again, this time with her feet tucked sideways against her butt, weight braced on her left hand, angled toward my feet. Gazing at me for a moment, she gnaws on her lower lip again, worrying it, eyes wide, brows furrowed—that expression on her face is fucking intoxicating: the arousal and the shyness mingling into unconscious coyness, tantalizing innocence at war with naughty need.
Her hand rests on my belly. She traces the outlines of my abs, starting at the top and snaking back and forth on the way down, following the grooves until she reaches my V-cut. I know it's a function of genetics I have no control over, plus hard work and careful nutrition, so it’s only partly due to my own efforts, but I can't help feeling a little proud of those grooves. Especially when her expression becomes openly aroused, flicking to mine with a wide, pleased, heated grin.
"I am rather inordinately aroused by these iliac furrows," she says, tracing her finger down the groove, stopping just short of my junk.
"Is that what they're called?"
"What do you call them?"
I shrug. "V-cut."
She wrinkles her nose. "No. Iliac furrows."
She traces her finger down the other one, daring a little closer to my cock, this time. Which, at the proximity of her hand, twitches in anticipation. Cadence jumps.
“Oh! It…itmoved!" She blushes. "Intellectually, I am aware that you have a degree of muscular control over it. It just…took me by surprise."
I grin, shake my head. "Don't need to explain anything to me, honey."
She licks her lips, looks at my face. "I am sorry to be so…so…"
“Nope,” I growl. "None of that. No apologizing. Told you, honey. Take all the time in the world. Not in a rush. Nowhere to go. This is all about you. What you want."
“Okay," she huffs. “Okay. I want to touch you, I just…" she shakes her head. "It hardly seems real."
