She bites her lip, nods, reaches up and grasps me. Her small hand doesn’t even wrap all the way around the base of my dick.
I hiss at the sweet contact.
“You okay?” she asks back.
“Baby, I’m more than okay,” I tell her. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body before I sink into you.”
“Promises, promises,” she says on a grin.
The once shy Carly is replaced with a playful one. She’s confident and brazen.
“You want promises, baby? How about this? I love you. We’re in this together. Whatever this is, it’s you and me.”
She nods. “You and me.”
“Be a good girl and tell me where you want me to kiss you first.”
Her green eyes darken and she taps her lip with a finger.
Her mouth? I’ll happily start there.
But it moves, that finger, down the center line of her body. Between her breasts and lower to her navel. Lower still to her parted thighs. I see the scars and know that the woman beneath me is so strong. So brave.
Perfect.
“Here,” she whispers.
Yeah, fucking perfect, I think, and then I lower my head.