Page 36 of Amethyst

“These are perfect,” he says. “Perfectly round and shapely. And your nipples… “ He thumbs them and flicks one, making tingles shoot through me all the way to my pussy.

God, my pussy…

That place where I haven’t felt anything but pain.

Will I be able to have an orgasm? Will I be able to respond?

Right now, I want nothing more.

He pulls the other nipple then, and I’m aching. Aching for something more. Something I can’t quite put into words.

He lowers his head then, and I brace myself. I brace myself for his lips around my nipple.

Instead, he kisses the top of my breast.

“Your skin is so rosy,” he says against me. “So pretty and rosy.”

“Please…”

He kisses the soft flesh of my breast again. “Please what, Jen?”

“Oh, don’t make me say it, Max. Please…”

“You need to say it, Jen. I want this to be good for you, and I don’t want to do anything without your permission.”

As much as I hate to, I pull back.

He threads his fingers through his tousled hair. “I’m trying to do this right. Trying to help you. Give you what you need from me. Not just take what I want.”

He rises, and I get a great view of his delectable ass.

Then he turns to me again, meeting my gaze, his own brown eyes on fire. “Do you have any idea how difficult this is for me? Not to take what I want? Have you laid there before me, those gorgeous tits on display, and I know the rest of your body is just as beautiful. God, your legs. Jenna, what am I doing wrong here?”

“I don’t know. Max, I just don’t know. This is hard for me too.”

He sits down then, next to me, burying his head in his hands.

“Jen, my God. I’m being so damned selfish. Ofcoursethis is hard for you. So much harder than anything I’m going through. I’m sorry.” He lifts his head and meets my gaze. “I know how difficult this is for you. To trust a man with your body. I’ll stop talking now, and I’m just going todo. Anytime you don’t want me to do something, all you have to do is tell me.”

I nod. “That’s all I want, Max.”

That’s all I want.

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MAX

She trusts me, so I need to trust her as well. I need to trust that she’ll tell me if she needs me to stop.

So I do what I’ve been dying to do.

I lean down, and I take a nipple between my lips.

She’s silk under my tongue, as I knew she would be. How will the slick lips of her pussy feel under my tongue? My cock strains inside my underwear.

But I’ll concentrate, and I’m determined to go slow.

So I suck on her nipple—her beautiful hard nipple—as I cup the other breast in my hand, pulling on the nipple gently.

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