Page 62 of Day Break

Now, with the tears blocking my vision, I knew he wouldn’t look at me the same.

He brushed his fingers over my face, wiping the tears away. I held still as he dipped his head and licked them away, shocking me. I held my breath, not wanting him to stop.

My tears dried up as a soft moan vibrated deep in my chest.

“Chloe,” he said softly as his mouth moved to the spot just below my left ear. “This is a bad idea.” His breath caused bumps to rise all over my skin.

My fingers moved up into his hair, nudging, pushing, keeping him where I wanted.

“No, please don’t stop,” I sighed as his mouth moved lower. “Please,” I begged.

His hands slipped under my shirt, lifting it until he cupped my breasts. I arched, not sure what I was feeling. I was pretty confident I would be unable to stand on my own if he released me.

His mouth feathered over my skin and then suddenly disappeared. I made some sort of sound, causing him to chuckle. With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly lifted my shirt over my head.

Then his eyes ran over me, over my skin and the simple white cotton bra I’d purchased at the store in town. His smile and the heat in his eyes assured me that he liked what he saw.

Then he was back, only this time his mouth ran over places no man had kissed before.

I arched for him. Into him.

His fingers nudged the straps of my bra down until it joined my shirt on the floor.

When he took my nipple into his mouth, I cried out as I felt my entire body pulsate.

“My god,” he growled with my nipple still in his mouth. “More,” he said as he unclasped my shorts and nudged them down. “More,” he growled, his fingers dipping into my underwear.

I’d never felt anything like it. When his fingertips brushed gently over me, I actually saw stars explode behind my closed eyelids. I cried out, screaming his name as my body convulsed for him.

I felt my slickness as he slid his finger into me just a little.

“My god, you’re so wet,” he moaned as he continued to suck on my breast. “I have to…” He dropped off and then his finger disappeared.

His hands moved to hold my hips as he knelt in front of me, his head directly in front of my white cotton underwear.

I gasped as he pulled the light material until it ripped away easily. Then his mouth covered me. His tongue darted out, lapping at me, in me, around me.

If he hadn’t been holding my hips, I would have sunk to the ground. That or I would have fled. I’d never done anything like this. Had never known it was possible.

He was kissing me. Down there.

His tongue entered me, exited me, then entered again, much like he’d done with his finger.

Why did this feel so… good?

Was this normal? Did others do this?

Oh god. Why hadn’t I known this was possible?

I buried my fingers into his hair as he continued. Then he slipped his finger into me again as his tongue ran over me, and once more those fireworks exploded.

In that moment, I knew. For my entire life, I’d been cheated out of sex.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.”

- Oscar Wilde