Chapter 191
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Chapter 191
“Fay,” he says quietly, his voice rough as he brings a hand up to
my face. “If you don’t-”
“No,” I murmur, shaking my head and sitting up straighter,
bringing my face close to his. “I want to, Kent,” I whisper, my words breath against his lips. I twist one hand behind my back and undo the clasp of my bra, taking a moment to toss it on top of my shirt. I see Kent go still at the sight of me, his hands twitching against the desire to touch my bare flesh, against the restraint he’s
practicing.
“I want it,” I say again. “I just…can you show me how? Slowly?”
Kent exhales a long breath then, but not one of exhaustion–of long–denied desire finally fulfilled. “Yes, Fay,” he says, his lips brushing mine, and then he seals his mouth against me. I moan into him as he brings one steady hand up to cup my breast, his thumb moving delicately over my nipple. I feel him shudder, then, his cock twitching beneath me.
He shifts, using one hand pressed against my back to balance me as he leans forward, laying me flat out on my back against –
I blink, looking to the side, surprised to see a blanket there. I open my mouth to ask but Kent takes his hand from my breast to place a finger softly against my cheek and turn my face back to him.
Quickly, he shakes his head and kisses me again.
His message is clear. Questions later. Now, we do this.
Eagerly, I show him that I agree, kissing him hard and tugging his own shirt off of his body and adding it to the growing pile of
clothes next to us.
What grows between us, in these moments, is a steady intent. As Kent peels my tight pants from my legs, tugging them off at the ankle, his eyes and face are serious. Mine are as well as I lift
my hips, letting him slip my underwear over my bottom and then down over my knees and ankles. When I’m naked before him, he
surveys me with cool but…almost solemn eyes.
Like someone looking at a beautiful painting, or…something they’ve lost. Something they never thought they’d see ever again. I’m unnerved by it–it’s not something I understand.
“Kent,” I whisper, not able to stand the intensity of that gaze. So I sit up, bringing my face close to his, putting one hand on his chest. But I don’t really know what to say next. So I just stare at him, looking into his eyes, feeling…the magnitude of this thing, building between us.
He stares back at me, at my face, his breathing coming quick now. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Fay,” he whispers to me. My mouth falls open at the raw honesty I hear in his voice.
And I…I can’t bear it.
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I close my eyes against his words, not wanting – or willing–to acknowledge the feelings they raise in me. And so I do the only thing I can think that will bring us back to fair ground, to the old place I know that we’re comfortable.
I slide the hand resting on his chest downward, brushing over the waistline of his pants, lower, until I’m holding his thick cock in my hand. Trembling a little, frightened at the new experience, I move my hand over the fabric, feeling him.
Kent shudders hard, his whole body giving one hard convulsion at my touch.
“Kent,” I whisper, my eyes still closed. “Please. I want you now.”
And then he leans forward, bringing his mouth back to mine as he begins to unbuckle his pants.
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