“Honey, you’re going to love this if you would just…”
“No, I’m not ready for that,” she argued, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
His hand was already between her legs, moving up and down her soft thighs. “Yes you are,” he came right back. “Trust me.”
She laughed. “I don’t think so.”
He chuckled and kissed that spot on her hip again. “I think you should.”
She wiggled away. “I think you should let my hands go.”
He looked at her, spread out so beautifully for him. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured you like this.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, inhaling as his hand moved higher along her thigh.
“Yeah,” he replied. “So many times, so many ways…!”
A smile formed on his handsome features as his fingers teased that area that she’d been trying to demurely protect. “You want me, don’t you, Naya?” he asked carefully.
She looked into his green eyes, her brown ones worried until she realized that he was just as ready for her as she was for him. “Yes,” she admitted. “Very much.”
“Open your legs for me, honey.”
She watched for another moment, then he added, “Trust me.”
She did. Slowly, she let her legs slide open and was rewarded by his finger teasing that area that no man had ever seen before. When his finger easily slid into her wet heat, she arched backwards, her hand reaching down to grab his wrist once again, but he wouldn’t let her stop him. Not now. As soon as his finger started moving in and out of that heat, she gasped, her fingers relaxing so that he could offer his ministrations more easily.
It took only moments before all of her shyness was gone, replaced by that burning, aching need that just grew higher, hotter, more desperate as he stretched her core, pressing two fingers into her body and making her grab onto his shoulders.
“Luke!” she cried out, so close but unable to quite reach that spot. Then his thumb flicked against that bundle of nerves and her whole body exploded…her muscles contracting over and over around his fingers and she wasn’t even aware of her scream as she experienced her first orgasm by a man’s hand.
Her body was floating, her mind blank. Her only acknowledgement of the world was Luke, his strong body floating next to hers as she floated back to reality.
When she finally opened her eyes, she looked up and found him staring down at her, a smug smile on his handsome features. Normally, that smile would irritate her, but at the moment, she couldn’t feel anything but giddy happiness.
“You liked that,” he observed and she felt his fingers gliding over her stomach. “No,” he laughed, bending his head to kiss her stomach. “I won’t let you become self-conscious now. You look too beautiful like this and I want more.”
Naya swallowed, trying to relax her muscles again. “More?” she asked, licking her lips as she thought about how beautiful that experience had been.
He chuckled and kissed her shoulder, her neck, nuzzling that spot that was so sensitive. He moved to her breasts again, nibbling, teasing, and sucking that tip to life once more.
Naya wiggled, her hands tugging at his hair. “What are you doing?” she begged, her body no longer sated.
“I’m continuing,” he told her.
She heard a foil wrapper rip open and knew what was going to happen. She was eager for it now when before, she’d been terrified. “Please, continue,” she told him, her hands sliding across his shoulders, his back. She wanted to touch all of him, but he was leaning over her, his hips between her legs and she felt that pressure build.
He took her hands, his fingers interlacing with hers as he pulled them up over her head. “Put your legs around me,” he directed, waiting a moment for her to comply. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay?”
Naya nodded her head, her inner thighs rubbing against his hips and she loved the sensation. It felt good in a strange, foreign way. There was a bit of pressure, then he pulled back, a bit more pressure as he pressed into her body, her core giving way, almost eager for his invasion.