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“Hey Eva, look at me,” he says, softly. I do and he searches my eyes. “I haven’t pushed, I haven’t even asked, but you need to be honest with me. Why don’t you want me to touch your tits?”
Panic. Panic and fear suddenly replace everything else I’m feeling. Why now? Why when I finally admit to myself I have feelings for him? I can’t, not now. “Please Brett, not now. Please I’m begging you to just let it go for tonight. I swear to you I’ll tell you, but not now. Can you do that? Can you please do that for me?” I can feel the tears starting to build and I hate myself for it. I hate that I could ruin what this is or could be.
He rubs his thumbs under my eyes, wiping the tears away and kisses me. “I’ll do anything for you Eva, anything you want...tonight. But tomorrow we talk.” I nod my head agreeing and push up on my toes to kiss him again. “Now, undress me,” he says.
I slowly unbutton each button, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He removes the white shirt underneath as I work on getting his pants off. Fuck, as hot as he looked in that tux is nothing compared to how he looks in his boxer briefs.
Once again he kisses me, slow and deep. Slowly he lowers me to the bed, our lips still connected. He breaks the kiss and his bright blue eyes lock onto mine. Just like on the dance floor, nothing is said but I can feel it. This is different.
He brushes his thumb over my cheek before kissing down my neck. There’s not biting, no sucking, it’s soft kisses and it’s fucking amazing. His strong hands slowly move down my body as he follows kissing a path. He hovers over my breasts for a second before placing a lightest of kisses on the top of each one. It makes me blink back tears because he’s never been this gentle.
Removing my panties, his fingers run through my wetness. “You’re so wet. Do you know how hot it is that I have that effect on you?”
“I do know,” I whisper.
He pulls off his boxers and reaches besides us to grab a condom. I watch him roll it down his hard cock and my body is burning with a need for him. Lowering his heavy body onto me, his hot skin on mine, I wrap my arms around his neck. He pushes my hair off of my face and kisses my lips quickly, before pushing inside me.
Our eyes are locked, neither of us trying to look away. He starts moving and it’s unhurried and gentle. Grabbing my hands off his shoulders, he links our fingers together, holding them slightly above my head. Keeping up his slow, steady pace he leans forward and kisses me.
In that moment everything I’ve ever felt, good, bad or otherwise crashes over me. A tear drips down the side of my face hitting the pillow and I tighten my hold on his hands. He’s making love to me.
When he breaks the kiss he sees the emotion in my eyes and he closes his briefly. “Don’t run,” he whispers.
“Never,” I whisper back.
Picking up his pace just a bit, I start to feel my release and I let out a soft moan. I’ve never felt this kind of emotion before and it’s making my head spin.
“Brett,” I moan.
He must feel I’m close and picks up his pace. Locking his eyes with mine once more. My orgasm washes over me so fast I didn’t expect it. My eyes close as I ride it out.
“Eva, open your eyes,” he gently asks.
I do and within minutes he’s moaning my name. It’s intense keeping eye contact, making me feel a connection to him I’ve never felt with anyone before. He kisses me again, so deep but so gently. I know he feels it too. He might not be able to say it, but he just showed me, I felt it.
