One Week Girlfriend - By Monica Murphy Page 0,43

kisses me there, slowly, softly and tingles wash over my entire body at the sensation, making me shiver. I swore I feel her smile and I clamp my arm tight around her waist, splaying my fingers wide so I can touch as much bare skin as possible.

I don't know exactly what I'm doing or what I'm trying to accomplish, but I know that I can handle this. In the dark, with Fable. No memories haunting me, completely in this moment. Fable in my arms, her long hair brushing against my skin, her warm breath in my ear. She sinks her teeth into the tender flesh of my earlobe and I flinch, a huff of breath escaping me that sounds suspiciously like laughter.

"Ticklish?" she whispers and I nod, still scared to say anything, savoring the sound of her sweet, sweet voice washing over me. I've never laughed during sex before. It's never something I considered particularly funny. More like a means to an end...

Or a shameful, guilt-ridden secret.

"You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen," she whispers as she slides over so she's completely on top of me. The thick comforter is still covering our bodies and her warmth seeps into mine, cocooning us in our own little private haven.

"You can't even see me." I'm surprised at how good her compliment makes me feel.

"Oh, I saw you. And I can feel you." Her hands are everywhere, searching me. Arousing me. "You're all muscle, Drew Callahan. There's not an ounce of fat on you." I can hear the amusement in her voice and I know she's enjoying teasing me.

"That's probably not true." I choke on the last word when she slides her naked body down, then off me so she's lying on her side right next to me. She trails her hand down my chest, along my abs, her fingers gently gliding over my stomach, making it tremble. I am rock hard and aching with it and I refuse to ask her for anything more than she's willing to give.

I'm scared. Fucking scared to have sex for fear I'll ruin everything and flip out again. Or worse, have all those memories come tumbling down on me and I won't be able to deal.

What's happened to me in my past has shaded my entire life. Ruined it. I'm tired of letting it rule me.

So. Fucking. Tired.

Her hand skitters away from my cock and I breathe a sigh of relief - and agony. I'd give anything to have her hands on me. Feeling the overwhelming need to connect with her, I cup her cheek with my palm and tilt her head up, kissing her fiercely. No gentle, sweet kisses this time. I devour her, drink from her lips, suck on her tongue and she does the same. Our hands are everywhere, mapping each other's bodies, moving into more intimate territory with every stroke of our fingers and then I feel her tentative grip on me. Her hand is shaking and my entire body is shaking.

I groan at the sensation of her touching me like this for the first time and it emboldens her. She squeezes my dick and starts to stroke, those little fingers working me quickly into a frenzied mass of need. I kiss her again, losing myself in her taste, in her hand and already I can feel sensations barreling down on me.

She whispers my name against my lips, her busy hand getting busier and I groan, arching my hips into her touch. The war begins within me as I near my orgasm and I fight against it.

This isn't right. You should be ashamed. Sick to your stomach at what you're doing. You're disgusting.

I push the nagging voice in my head aside and remind myself this is Fable. Beautiful, sweet, strong Fable. That what we're doing, what we're sharing isn't full of shame. There's nothing wrong with two people wanting to bring themselves closer together by giving each other pleasure.

It's hard though, for me to believe it fully.

Her hand pauses and she breaks away from our kiss "Are you okay?"

That she would even ask blows my mind. And also makes me feel like a damn wimp. I start to pull away and her grip tightens on my dick, freaking me out a little. I'm not going anywhere with that death grip on my most private parts.

"Drew. I just...I have a feeling this isn't easy for you. Being intimate." She sounds hesitant, unsure and she relaxes her hold, her thumb drawing circles