Slow Me Down

Chapter 16

I feel so warm. My lower stomach has a pressure that I don't recognize. I just know that I really want Foster. I was teasing before because I like the rise I get out of him. I like knowing that he can feel that way about me. But when the roles are reversed, I feel ashamed of myself. I'm so gross. Why would he want anything to do with someone like me? I'm a bad person.

He looks at me with the softest expression. I'm afraid for whatever rejection might come next. I look away. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Hearing him asking for my permission sends me over the edge. I quickly nod. Once he has my confirmation, he takes off his shirt. As he lifts it over his head, I get a better look at what I only got a quick peek of before. His pale skin almost shines in the sunlight. His strong shoulders and muscular chest remind me just how much larger than me he truly is. Continuing lower, I see abs followed by a small trail of dark hair heading towards his jeans. He lays down on top of me, not breaking eye contact.

I lean up to kiss him. His lips are rough in texture but gentle in their movements. I can feel one of his hands make its way to the hem of my (well his) shirt again. He tugs on it. I break the kiss to study his face. As I'm doing this. I hold his hand and slide it under my shirt. I let go a few inches before his hand reaches my breast. He captures my mouth again and as soon as I am occupied in the kiss, he cups the small mound of flesh, gently tracing his thumb around my nipple. I shudder. He rolls it between his thumb and index finger, tugging slightly. I gasp and he bites my lower lip. He continues this torture for multiple minutes. I get antsy. I can feel the edges of his mouth turn up into a smile. He stops toying with me for a moment in order to remove the pesky fabric that separates him from what's underneath.

My arms instinctively shoot up to cover myself from his intense gaze. I'm worried he will be disappointed with how small they are.

"We don't have to do this C. We can stop if you aren't ready," he reassures me. I don't know why I am so afraid. I turn my head to the side, staring at the wall. I drop my arms. I can feel his eyes on them. I try to stay calm, worried that he will want to stop. "You're incredible," he declares with a husky tone that I don't recognize. He lays me down so that we are back into the previous position. He adjusts himself so that he is on top of me without crushing me. He places tender kisses down my neck in a trail towards my breasts. His hot breath causes the pink buds to stiffen slightly. He looks into my eyes one more time to confirm that this is okay, and I nod. I close my eyes and try to relax.

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I flick my tongue over the rosy pebble. Her back arches as she shudders underneath me. I kiss and suck gently, trying to elicit those intoxicating gasps and moans that she was making earlier. I palm her other breast gently, lightly squeezing every so often. They are so soft. I could go on like this forever. C whimpers underneath me. I love teasing her, but I want so much more of her. I pull away from her chest, she shivers as the cold air passes over her slightly dampened pink bud. I trail a few more kisses under her breasts, down her torso, towards her thighs. I give a gentle peck to each thigh before parting them. Her hands shoot up towards her face.

"You don't have to hide." I want to see her eyes. I want to see if she is enjoying this as much as I am. She pauses before removing her hands from her face. The blush on her cheeks is brighter than before. Her lips are lightly separated, allowing for shallow gasps of air. Her golden orbs, half-hooded, long lashes fluttering slightly, open as my hand makes its way to the space in between those gorgeous pale legs.