Page 88

“You still have nightmares.”

“Not when I’m with you. You chased the nightmares away.”

My heart clenches in my chest, her words calming a part of me I didn’t even realize was holding its breath. I’ve been so afraid of hurting her, of pushing too far too fast. The moment I learned what she'd been through, something inside me locked down.

But hearing her say that... it breaks something loose. Maybe this isn’t about taking something from her. Maybe this is about giving. Giving her a space where she can explore this side herself, where she can feel safe and loved.

She’s not broken. She’s laying right beside me, choosing me, trusting me. And I won’t let that trust go to waste.

“I want to. Please, let me touch you Bower.”

I close my eyes tight and take a deep breath. This perfect being should never have to beg.

I look back at Zee and grin as I let go of her hand. “Better be quiet, or we’ll wake them.” She nods excitedly as she starts to stroke my cock through my boxers.

To muffle my own moans, I grab her chin and tilt her head towards mine, fusing my lips to hers. She accepts me eagerly, opening for me the second my tongue touches her lips. I wrap my tongue around hers as my hand glides up her thigh, over her hip, and up her side. I stop right below her top, pulling back to ask, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” she begs eagerly. I claim her mouth once more and push up her top until I find her perky nipple.

I give it a soft pinch and she gasps against me. I take my time rolling it between my fingers until she starts rubbing herself against my side. She squeezes my cock harder and strokes faster, which only increases my own arousal, spurring my movements on. My free hand, that’s wrapped underneath her, glides down her ass before yanking up her skirt. I move my hand to squeeze her bare cheeks, groaning as my fingers sink into her soft flesh.

“Bower,” she whispers against me, heat and desire lacing her voice.

“You want more, baby?”

“Please!” she begs.

Gliding my fingers down her ass, and between her legs, I find her slick with arousal. I rub my fingers through her folds, circling her clit and making her whimper against me. I toy with her for a few minutes, making her rub against me harder, clearly seeking more. And when I’m finally done teasing her, I sink two fingers into her heated channel, curling them slightly and making her gasp.

She slides her hand up to my stomach, finding the top of my boxers and sliding her hand beneath. The moment her soft skin touches my dick, it jumps in approval, wanting more of her.

“Fuck, Tink. That feels so good,” I murmur as my fingers start pumping in and out of her faster. She matches my speed with her own hand as I try to hold in my groan, not wanting to wake the others so we can keep this moment all to ourselves.

“Bower, I’m going to come,” she whispers, her voice ragged and desperate.

“Yes, come for me, Zee. Come all over my fingers, I want to feel your slick pussy squeezing me tight.”

“Bower!” she cries out right before I press my lips to hers and she starts convulsing around me. Somehow, her hand doesn’t lose her rhythm and I find myself quickly edging towards my own release.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I warn her. She pulls her lips away from mine, then dips her head down to my cock. The second her lips seal themselves around me and her tongue flicks along my tip, I let go, unable to hold back any longer.

I throw an arm over my mouth to muffle my groans as I spill into her mouth. I feel her swallowing around me, and it only spurs me on more. My other hand moves to the back of her head and I gently massage her scalp as my body starts to relax. She takes her time cleaning me before lifting her head back up to rest on my chest.

She looks up at me with those piercing green eyes, a relaxed smile on her plump lips.

I run my fingers through her hair, but they quickly get stuck. “Will you let me comb your hair out for you? It’s been a few days since we’ve done it,” I ask her as I stroke my hand down her long braid.

“It takes so long,” she whines, making me smile.

“But it feels better afterwards, right?” I say, placing my hand on her still bare hip and giving it a squeeze. Her clothing is still all disheveled, and as I look down, I see her bare breasts pushing against my chest, making my cock twitch again at the mere sight of her.

I quickly look up at the ceiling, hearing the soft sound of the rain outside as I try not to think about her practically naked body against mine right now.

There is nothing I’d love more than to pull her on top of me and fuck her hard as she rides out her own release. But I know we need to take things slow with her. What just happened between us felt natural and amazing and there’s no need to push that any further today.

“Yeah, it does. Will you let me comb your hair afterwards?” she asks, reminding me of what we were talking about.

“Of course, will you French braid it for me?”