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Kristian
My heart is gallopingin my chest. The trust my wildcat is placing in me is staggering—humbling—and such a fucking turn-on, I can barely see straight as I give her a towel to dry off with before I take her hand. Slowly, I pull her after me out of the bathroom, hoping that by not rushing anything gives her the reassurance she needs that she can back out at any time if she changes hermind.
We stop at the side of the bed and I turn to faceher.
The shy smile she gives me, along with her hair all wet, makes her look so much younger than she is. My cock twitches at the mere sight of her, but I try to tamp down the need inside that’s urging me to go fast instead of slowly.
I bite down on my lip and let my hand fall from hers. Her eyes glance down at my hands as I start to tug the wet jeans down myhips.
“Fuck,” I curse as the fabric almost chafes my skin, “remind me to remove my clothes completely the next time we dothis.”
I grin when she snorts. I can’t help it. The sun has come out after the heavy rain of the afternoon, enhancing the brown colour of her wet hair so it appears almost black, and her rosy cheeks are flushed.
“I will,” she promises softly as she raises her head to meet my gaze once more. Her grey, stormy eyes that I once thought hid so many secrets, are completely open, laid bare. So many emotions swarm through them and I hardly dare blink for fear I’ll miss all ofthem.
Excitement.
Nerves.
Passion.
And…Love.
I swallow the thickness that’s suddenly appeared in my throat.
“At the risk of sounding like a schmuck from a movie—you take my breath away, sweetheart.”
Her mouth popsopen.
“What?”
I nod as I finally manage to get my soggy jeans off and quickly step out ofthem.
“You heard me,” I smile at her. “Now, lie down on the bed, on your rightside.”
Her fingers holding the towel up curl into fists, but as she lets it fall, revealing her peaked nipples, I know she’s still placing her trust inme.
She does as I say, never losing eye contact with me, and I wet my lips at the sight of her chest rising and falling from her heavy breathing. Still keeping her gaze locked with mine, I take a step to the side and lean down to open my bedside drawer. My hands close over the tube of lube right away, and I toss it lightly on the bed above herhead.
“First rule,” I murmur as I lean down to place a lingering kiss on her hip bone, “is to always use that stuff for backdoorplay.”
“Are there many rules?” she whispers, jumping as I dip my tongue into her navel.
I look up as I keep peppering her body with soft kisses until I’m lying next toher.
“No,” I whisper and kiss the tip of her nose. “The most important one, though, is that if you feel uncomfortable in any way, you tell me to stop, and I will. Okay?”
She wraps her arm around my neck as I place my hand on herarse.
“Yes, Kristian.”
“Good.”
With that, I take her mouth with mine, pulling her closer until she’s flush against me. The room fills up with our low sighs and soft moans while we kiss for what seems like an eternity. I rub my cock against her stomach, needing some friction—needing to move—and I feel sweat gathering on my back at the restraint I have to keep on myself.
I open my eyes and catch hers when I reach for the lube above my head. Slowly, she nods, and at the sight of her heavy-lidded eyes, my cock leaks with pre-cum.