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“I know, I just,” she hesitated. “I'm just as not comfortable with my body as much as you are with yours.”

“C’mere,” I commanded, guiding her by the waist as I unfastened the highest button to her top. I leaned in, pressing my lips to the exposed skin of her collarbone.

“Did that feel nice?” Shyly, she bit her lip offering me a soft nod. “Can I undress you?”

Another nod, as with each unfastened button her full breasts became exposed, her insecurities melting away with my patience. When I reached the button close to her belly, I asked if I could suck on her nipples. When I reached the bottom of the shirt, I received the consent to pepper her stomach in kisses. It wasn’t long before our shower-soaked frames were skin to skin, with no barriers between us. Despite it being her instinct to cover herself, I took her hands and placed them behind my neck, once again drinking in her soft lips.

“You feel so nice,” I whispered, easing the dress shirt onto the washroom floor, as I kneaded my wet fingers into her back and arse. “I want to show you how you’re supposed to be touched. Can I do that for you?” I asked, meeting her gaze.

Pulling her in the direction of the washroom mirror, I demanded that she open her eyes while I worked a lather with my hands, massaging soap along the supple curves of her breasts, my lips meeting the back of her neck, provoking soft moans.

“Mmm…look at these pretty tits. Did you like when I put my mouth on them?” I whispered, as she whimpered and clasped on my forearm.

“Can I touch your pussy?” Her light hum gave me pause, as I assured that I’d only touch her, and that I’d only penetrate her with my fingers if she wanted me to. “Mmm…” I groaned with a bite to my lip as I watched her expression transform as I slid my fingers across her lips.

She kissed me, plunging her fingernails into my shoulders as she lifted one of her thighs, eager to make room for me.

“Now does that look like something to be ashamed of?” Her eyes danced, concentrating on me with trust and longing. I wanted so bad for her to come, but I didn’t want to rush her release. I wanted to savor it. Consume it over, and over. Most of all, I wanted her to love it.

“Cillian.”

“Hmmmm,” I beckoned, praying to hear the words in her voice.

Instead, she closed her eyes, recoiled, clawing at my shoulder in a fit of modesty at the sight of her slick and wet arousal coating my fingers when I finally withdrew. Bringing the taste to my lips, I leaned in to kiss her so she could experience how delicious she tasted.

“Mmm… did that feel good?” Like a good girl, she nodded, too shy to say the words as I leaned back in to kiss her rougher this time, claiming what was mine.

“Good, because I'm not done with you yet.”

Twelve

Queenie

Breathless. Weightless. Helpless, but in a good way. The safety of Cillian’s arms made me feel all those things. His kiss made me feel even better, like I was lost but found in the same breath, as his touch made me enjoy things should brought guilt.

I should have felt dirty, but I didn’t. My body should have been repulsed by him, but it was anything but. It was as if I were alive for the first time. Like the way a man should have made a woman feel.

“Mmm…this is what you do to me,” Cillian murmured between kisses guiding my hand to his length.

“Does that hurt?” Curious, having never seen a naked man before. He laughed low under his breath like he wasn't used to being asked that.

“No, it doesn't hurt,” he said with a tuck of his lip. “It definitely doesn't hurt.” He clarified once more standing to retrieve something from his dresser, forcing me to watch his robust frame and healthy behind.

I didn't know white men had nice backsides. He must have had strong legs and hips. All of a sudden, that made me nervous how he would handle me. He’d let me cover myself up with a towel once we got out of the shower but I was sure he’d do away with it once he returned back to the bed.

“What's that?” I pursed my lip, praying my anxiety didn't show.

“It's a rubber. Figured you’d…you know? Want me to wear one.”

“Do you want to wear one?” I asked, not knowing how this thing worked, I just wanted to understand it better.

“Queenie, I want to do what you want to do.” With no pushback, Cillian allowed me to slip the package from his hand to the dresser.

“Can we do it without one? At least for the first time?”

“Queenie, I want to feel you. But if I feel you for the first time, I ain't going back to not feeling you.”

“Okay.” As a second of awkward movement eased into gradually phasing into the right position.