I didn’t know where this boldness was coming from. I had never done anything like this before, and yet, I was acting like I knew what I was doing and what I wanted from him.
The truth of the matter was, I had no clue. I didn’t know anything. I was going based on instinct, on what this inner, more primal part of me desired.
He moved to take the weight of his body on his arms, holding himself above me. His eyes carved out my face, the length of my throat.
I sucked in a breath. I wondered how he viewed me. Was I some form of beauty in his mind? Or was I different, less than what he expected?
I reached up, under his arms, running my hands along his back and feeling the bulk and twist of his muscles beneath my fingers. They rippled with each touch the way a quiet pond would after someone skipped a pebble against it.
He groaned, his eyes closing as he took steady breaths. Why was he acting like he was struggling with my touch?
“Am I doing something wrong?” I asked shyly, moving my hands over to his arms and marveling in the strength of the muscles there. I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I didn’t want to push him away, not when this was something I wanted more than anything. But I also didn’t want to do something I wasn’t supposed to, something I might not have even realized I was doing in the first place.
He shook his head, then opened his eyes, staring down at me with desire clear in his gaze.
“No,” he said, his voice a low murmur sending goosebumps up and down my arms, “but I don’t know how I’m going to control myself with you touching me like that.” He growled, turning his head so he could leave a kiss on the column of my throat.
“You don’t have to,” I whispered, aching to know what it was like to be consumed by the power of desire between a man and a woman.
He locked eyes with me, his lips pressed together in a thin line. I couldn’t be sure, but there was power in those eyes. It was like he was starting to feel the way I saw him. Like he was beautiful and dangerous and desirable.
I thought we would finally be able to finish what we started back in the magic realm. My body quivered with the possibility.
Finally, he shook his head. “No,” he said finally. For a moment, I thought he was rejecting me again. Then, he continued to speak. “Today is only about you, and me showing you how much I adore you.”
My mouth fell open.
Before I could process everything those words entailed, he kissed me, thrusting his tongue between my lips. I grabbed for his face with my hands. All thoughts ceased to exist.
It was like I had never been happy before.
I kissed him back with every ounce of passion I had for him. Since I couldn’t find the words to tell him how much I cared, I hoped I was doing a good job of showing him. Every tiny bit of me ached for him. I caressed his face and arched up into him, wanting his skin on mine.
I needed him. I had never needed anyone in this way before.
He made me stronger and better and happier... I had thought that was only stuff in Bella’s ridiculous books.
But it wasn’t. It was all true. I just had to find the right person that brought those feelings out in me.
When he drew back, he was panting and I was confused, wanting him back on me. I whimpered, reaching for him. I was suddenly cold. I didn’t like the emptiness I felt now that he was away from me.
Instead, he dropped his head, a small smirk on his face. He kissed my neck, my collar bone, and continued to move further down. I squirmed underneath him, not expecting this turn of events. I liked it. I didn’t stop him. I wanted his mouth on me.
On all of me.
My fingers tangled in his h
air as he kissed a path down to my breasts.
I swallowed. I’d never had much of an opinion on my body, but surely there was enough there to satisfy him? It was in this moment that I wished I had a little more experience. I would be familiar with this. I would know what to expect.
The problem with Tavlor was he constantly played things close to the vest. I didn’t know how to read his face just yet. So, while I hoped he was pleased, I didn’t know for sure. Not unless he decided to tell me.
He moaned as he took a single nipple into his mouth and tugged on it.
I cried out, arching my back to thrust my flesh further into his mouth, not sure if I should be wanting him to continue, or not. My fingers tangled into his thick hair and I pulled, needing to hold onto something. My eyes rolled back. I was completely and utterly helpless in this moment. I would do anything he asked. I would obey his every command just as long as he didn’t stop.
He brought both hands up, one to cup the breast he feasted on and the other to torment my second nipple with his fingers.