She pulls off my shirt. Her hands feel exquisite as they explore my chest. I’m hungry for her to do more, but I can tell she’s hesitant. “Lower,” I say.
She’s surprised. “Are you sure?”
“Lower,” I growl.
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Who’s being bossy now?”
“God, woman. Just do it.”
I lean my head back and close my eyes.
“Not unless you look at me,” she says.
She’s always been right about that. I have to watch so I know it’s her touching me. She runs a hand down my stomach. I draw in a quick breath, and she withdraws. I take her hand and put it back on me.
She caresses my lower abs and runs a finger under the waistband of my pants, teasing me with her light touch. She grazes the head of my cock and pulls back. “I’m sorry.”
I stand up with her in my arms. “I don’t want you be sorry, El. I want you to fucking touch me.” I set her next to me and strip off the rest of my clothes. “I want you to touch me like I’m a normal guy, not some freak.”
Her gaze runs up and down my body. The way she strokes her neck as she peruses me makes my cock stand at full attention. “You’ve never been a freak, Liam.”
“That’s not what everyone else says.”
She skims her hands down my arms. “I’m not everyone else. Now sit.”
I do what she asks, then watch as she undresses in front of me. Her blouse falls to the floor, followed by her pants. Only small scraps of pink fabric remain. She moves between my legs. “You do the rest.”
I unclasp her bra. Her breasts are right in front of my face, so I take one in my mouth. She moans. I reach around and knead the soft globes of her ass as I lick her nipples.
I rip off her panties to find her soaking wet. When I slip a finger inside her, she says my name. It’s one sexy, sultry, throaty word. One I want to hear her say every day for the rest of my goddamn life.
She climbs onto my lap and rubs her clit on my dick. Ho-o-ly fuck. I could slip inside her so easily, but I can’t.
“You have to touch me,” I say. “I won’t do this with you unless you touch me.”
She scoots back onto my thighs, looks down at my hard, slick cock and then back up at me. She’s nervous. I’m fucking terrified.
I put her hand on me. Like before, my hand is on top of hers, and I leave it there when she starts to move. But then I take a deep breath and pull my hand away. She stops moving when I tense. I swallow and nod.
Then my whole goddamn world changes.
Her hand moves up and down my shaft. I cup her breasts. We gaze at each other. Her eyes half close, and her teeth capture her bottom lip as the motion of her hand quickens.
I’ve never been so scared yet deliriously happy at the same time. She’s touching me. And I’m letting her.
I’m watching in fascination as she gives me the first real handy a woman has ever given me. When I feel thoughts of Don start to creep into my mind, I push them aside. Ella is nothing like him. Her hands are soft and gentle. And more importantly, I invited her to do this. I’m the one in control.
“God, Liam, you feel so good.”
My insides burn as she tells me how she likes doing this to me. Her voice pushes me over the edge, and I grunt as I come amazingly, gloriously, and unabashedly.
Holy shit. I sit, stunned at the incredible way I feel after she flew solo. The sick bastard was right about one thing, it is better when someone else does it. But it has to be the right someone. Not some pervert pedophile.
I shake my head—tossing him out of my thoughts. Because after what she just did for me, there’s only one thing in this world I want to do.
We switch positions so she’s on the couch and I’m kneeling before her. I get my shirt off the floor and wipe the come off her chest, then I stick a finger inside her and lower my head between her legs. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this to you.”
Her head falls back as soon as my tongue touches her clit. She grips my hair and holds me close, and