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Story: The Violet Hill Series
“Can I touch you?” she asked, and I nodded. She started at the top of my head, running her fingers through the loopy curls she’d created earlier. Her fingers traced my ears and skipped down my neck to my chest and roamed across my breasts and then down to my navel. Her touch became hesitant.
“It’s okay,” I said and she moved lower, just barely caressing the apex of my thighs. I arched against her hand and I couldn’t stop the moan that came from my mouth.
“You feel incredible,” she said, moving against me again. If she kept this up, I was going to combust.
Combust from lust.
She lowered her head and kissed me, but I pushed against her and deepened the kiss. Her hand continued its slow torture even though I started rhythmically arching against her. She didn’t take it further than that, and I wanted her to. I also wanted to touch her.
I pushed my hand against her shoulder and she reared back.
“I’m sorry.” She thought she’d done something wrong.
“It’s okay! You didn’t do anything. I just want to touch you. Is that okay?” She thought about it a minute.
“You can stop me anytime. For any reason.”
“Sure.” Knowing that she was still shy, I went slow, starting with her face like she’d started with mine. When I got to her chest, I waited, to make sure it was okay with her. I brushed against the soft curves there and I wanted to fill my hands with her. I knew she would look so amazing naked, but that would come with time. I hoped. It would come with trust.
My hand ventured lower, dipped into the curve of her belly button and then rested at the top of her jeans.
I waited again, but she urged me on and I covered her. I hadn’t asked about any surgeries because it hadn’t been the time. I hadn’t had the right to know.
“I haven’t . . . I mean, I’m still,” she said, her face going red. I knew what she meant.
“It’s okay, Lacey. I’ll work with whatever you’re working with.” I smiled and cupped her through her jeans. She moaned and I was pleased when she pushed herself against me. I stroked her again and she let me. I moved so I could use more of my hand and squeezed her gently.
“Fuck,” she said.
“More?” I asked, doing it again.
“Yes.” I wanted more of her, so I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my hand in, palming the outside of her underwear.
“Holy fuck,” she said, her eyelids fluttering.
“You feel so good,” I said, stroking her.
“Youfeel so good,” she said, her hands gripping the comforter.
She looked incredible like this, all wild and undone. Like a goddess. I started a rhythm, trying to find what she liked. At one point, she asked me to stop.
“Are you okay?” I asked, pulling my hand back.
“Yeah. I just want to touch you, too.” She wiggled her fingers and I laughed.
“Okay, we can do tandem.” We moved so that we could both have full use of our hands and still look at each other. It was hard to maintain composure and keep up a steady rhythm when she was touching me, but I did my best. When she went faster, I went faster and we started building towards the peak together. Sweat broke out on her face and both our breathing took on another pitch. At one point, Murder jumped on the bed and stared at us, but wandered off to lick himself.
“Little pervert,” she panted and then moaned. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I said and I wondered if we would come at the same time. The combination of touching her and the way she touched me had me building and building until I crested and my hips jerked against her hand. I felt her coming just after I started and that just made it even better. Stars exploded behind my eyes and the storm seemed to go on and on.
When things finally started to calm, I didn’t want to move. My entire body was electric. I hadn’t come that hard in . . . ever, maybe.
“Fuck,” she said, looking at the ceiling. I took my hand back to find it was sticky and wet.
“Sorry about that,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“No worries,” I said, getting up and washing off in the bathroom. When I came back, she was a little red.
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