Page 115 of Protected By Monsters (Everwood Demons 1)

My eyes fell to the bulge in his jeans, and I swallowed nervously.

His hand stroked along the waistband of my jeans, his eyes never straying from mine.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Fuck, just his voice was making me squirm, that hungry look in his eye making me bite my lip as I nodded.

He unbuttoned my jeans, and I held my breath as he slid them off, leaving me in only my black panties.

He stared down at me, a fire flashing through his eyes before he reined it in.

“You have no idea of the effect you have on me,” he groaned as he stroked my thigh.

My panties felt wet, and I wondered if he’d care that I hadn’t shaved down there. I didn’t grow much hair there anyway, but now I was worried. And would it be too wet? Was that a thing?

He leaned down to kiss me again, laying his body on mine as his hand slid down my body to trace the edge of my panties.

“Can… can I touch you?” he asked, his voice soft and tender.

I nodded, my heart pounding as so many worries tore through my mind.

I tried to force them out, to relax and remind myself that this was Jack, a man I trusted with my life.

He would never judge me.

He loved me.

His fingers slid beneath my panties, twirling my tuft of hair as he kissed my neck and slid lower.

I quivered as his finger gently slid down to my folds, circling my entrance as he kissed my nipple again.

I moaned, arching up as he began suckling on me, his finger gently teasing my wet entrance.

Would it hurt with just his finger?

He slid it in when I arched again, and I let out a satisfied moan. It hurt a tiny bit, but it also felt rather nice.

Would he know what to do? He’d never done this before either, so was he just winging it?

No, I knew him better than that. He’d have researched it a whole lot before he finally felt satisfied he could do well.

His hand slid out of my panties, making me pout as he pulled away.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so I brought this,” he said as he rolled away and reached under some pillows.

He pulled out a bottle of lube, and I just pursed my lips. He’d really thought of everything.

“Can I take my pants off?” he asked as he rolled back close.

I nodded as I sucked in a deep breath.

He quickly tugged his pants off, and I could see the relief on his face when his arousal was freed from his jeans.

He went to ask again, but I just nodded, and he slid his briefs off as well.

“That’s not going to fit,” I blurted immediately, my face burning at the sight of his erect penis.

If his finger had hurt a small amount, that thing was going to kill me.

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