“No.”
I see her brows knit together in thought and her lip worrying between her teeth. I’m just about to ask her what’s on her mind when her hand wanders down over my waistband.
“You don’t have to do that.” I swallow past the desire that’s burning in my throat. I want this to be about her. Her freedom and her wants. Not about something she thinks she needs to do.
“But if I want to?”
“I’m not about to say no to you touching me if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m out of practice. Obviously. It probably won’t be good but?—”
I cut her off by kissing her softly, and her hand glides lower as I rock my hips forward, my dick settling in her palm. She teases me with soft touches, stroking me through the cotton.
“It’ll be good. Everything you do is.”
“Are you sure?” I can hear the nervousness in her tone.
“I’m sure, sweetheart. Whatever you want, I’m good.”
Her fingers tease along the waistband, delicately lifting it and pulling it lower. I help her along, raising my hips and using my thumb to drag them lower, giving her access to touch me however she wants.
She’s just as tentative as she was before at first, her fingers dancing so lightly over my skin I have to bite my lip to keep from squirming. But after a couple of moments, she wraps her hand around me, taking one long stroke and letting out a soft sigh.
“I hope that’s a good sigh and not a he's-disappointingly-small sigh.” I grin through the night.
“That was a holy-hell-he's-perfect sigh,” she replies. “I knew you would be though.”
“You knew, huh?”
“Same size as Father Levi in my fantasies, and he was perfect, so…” She shrugs one shoulder as a laugh tumbles out of her, and I lean forward to kiss my way along her jawline.
“Never thought I’d like the sound of a woman laughing while she has my dick in her hand, but fuck if you don’t turn everything upside down. Your laugh is so damn sexy,” I whisper against her skin.
She grips me tighter, stroking me with a little more confidence, and I let my hand ghost over her hip and thigh.
“Is this okay? I told you I’m…”
I silence her doubts with a rough kiss. I want to give her back the confidence he stole from her.
“Everything you do is good. You want to make it even better, slip your hand between those pretty legs of yours, get your fingers nice and wet, and then use them on me. It won’t take much; I'm on the edge already.” It won’t take much now if I’m honest. Having this girl touch me when it’s the last thing I deserve is already driving me over the edge.
She follows my instructions, though, and I groan when I feel her wrap her hand around me again. Warm and wet with the feel of her. She works me a little faster now, focusing on the sounds I make for her and using them to her advantage. I feel young again. Like we’re two college kids who’ve snuck away to the family cabin for the weekend, only to spend the whole time lost in bed with no way out.
“Fuck yes, just like that.” I groan into her neck as she brings me closer to the edge. “See, I told you. You’re perfect. Every gorgeous inch of you is.”
“I love the way you talk.” She kisses me lightly on my neck, and her lips feel like heaven as she works my cock like she ownsit. She does if I’m honest. Has for weeks now because she’s the only one I can conjure up in my fantasies.
“Christ. You have me so close.” I groan. “I should get a towel or my shirt.”
“I’m wearing your shirt. So come on me,” she murmurs. “Father Levi used to in my dreams.”
“Fuck…” I groan.
The confession sends me careening. I come hard, spilling into her hand and onto the shirt she’s wearing, and more on her stomach and thighs while I try not to moan so loud I wake the whole forest. I make such a mess of her that I expect her to regret her decision, but instead her eyes light, and she sighs softly. Her fingertips drift up my chest as she studies me.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” I try to catch my breath.
“I needed this. Thank you,” she mumbles, resting her head in the crook of my shoulder. I smooth her hair out of her face.
