Whiskey's Second Chance

31: Don't Stop

Whiskey POV

"I trust you, Whiskey. Completely."

Kayla's words rang in my ear and for a moment, I thought I heard wrong. But I didn't. She stared at me unsure of herself, but willing to trust me, and that's more than what I expected.

Her words brought me back down to earth. "I know I'm inexperienced, um, sexually, but if I'm going to try new things, then I want it to be with you," she assured me.

Big green eyes stared at me, waiting for me to make a move, but I still didn't know her limits. I don't want to go too far and end up pushing her beyond what she is ready for, causing her to lose her trust in me.

"What is your limit? How far do you want to go?" I asked cautiously.

Kayla stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about her answer, which I appreciated, but I was having a hard time containing myself. With her body between me and the door, I could feel all her curves and it took everything in me to not run my hands over her body, exploring her. Every time she felt uncomfortable, she would wiggle against me and I wouldn't be surprised if Kayla could feel my hardness against her. She was intoxicating, but I needed the green light before going any further.

"No sex." Her voice pulled me back to reality.

"No sex," I assured her.

"And maybe no-"

"Maybe?" I challenged. "No maybe. Try again."

Kayla stood up straighter and looked straight at me with a new sense of confidence. "No sex. No toys. No restraints," she asserted.

I nodded, agreeing with her. Whatever she wants, or doesn't want, I will give her.

"What's your safe word?" I asked.

Her eyes widened, and I realized I may have come off too strong in that question. This is all new to her and I have to remember that. Kayla is pure and as much as I want to ruin her, I can't. Not yet, and definitely not days before a wedding where she needs to walk and dance without being in pain or bedridden.

Kayla wiggled against me, biting her lip, looking unsurely at me. She didn't want to question me, but she didn't know how to answer either.

"If there is something you are uncomfortable with, or you want to stop, just say 'stop'. I don't want to hurt you or push you too far. Understand?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Words, Kayla," I growled.

"Yes, I'll say 'stop' if it becomes too much," she answered.

I gently tugged her bottom lip from her teeth and took it between my own. A moan escaped her mouth and there was no holding back now.

Sucking on her bottom lip, a smile formed on mine. I trailed kisses down her neck until I found the spot I was looking for. The one that gives Kayla chills, and she sucks in her breath, causing her hands to clutch my chest tighter. Grabbing her chin, I turned her head, exposing her neck, sucking on the spot. Kayla threw her head back, body arching into me, and a loud moan rang in the otherwise silent room.

I stopped immediately and whispered in her ear, "As much as I love to hear you moan at my touch, I'm selfish and don't want the entire house to know. So, every time you make a noise, I will stop. You don't want me to stop now, do you, love?"

She silently shook her head no. "Words," I commanded.

"I understand," she whispered.

"Good girl. Now, let's see how well you listen," I teased, trailing kisses down her neck, finding her sensitive spot again. This time as my teeth sunk into her, Kayla bit her tongue, her hand found my hair and pulled, as she held back a moan.