“My vibrator has never sent me there.”
Snap…
I’m an idiot, what a thing to say after having your first real orgasm.
“Well, I should hope not.” Coming back down slightly, my eyes look at the man who has been the first to taste me down there, his lips covered in my juices. “I’d be offended if I couldn’t do better than a battery-operated dildo.”
“A battery-operated dildo is all I have to compare my orgasm to.” It’s the truth, however ugly and embarrassing it is.
I watch his tongue run around his lips, tasting me still on them. A fire burns behind his eyes, his caressing touch alongside my cheeks ensures I am looking at him.
“Baby.” Low and even, his voice sedates me. “You can toss it out because from now on, only the real deal for you. I want you to come alive under my touch. I want to be the one to show you how fucking amazing you are and can feel.” Sincerity pours out of him. “You are a special gift, Phoebe.”
Sprawled out nearly naked, hazy and riding the galaxy of stars back to Earth, his words spear my heart more than the orgasm. How can this man be overriding my emotions and body? If I walked past him on the street, I would cower and hide under my coat, looking at the ground to be insignificant, ‘cause that’s what I am.
But I believe Ocean.
My body believes him.
My heart does too.
Uncertainty has a way of creeping back in ‘cause there’s no way this man could want me.
“No, I’m not.” Tilting my head, I study Ocean.
“I’m very good at arguing and always win, just ask the guys. But in this case, I already have. It’s the truth.”
“Ocean, I’m a woman who has used a toy to get off for years, I don’t go out, I want to fly under the radar, I’m insignificant, have no friends and…”
“Hold it right there. What do you call me and the girls? Are we chopped liver?” Calmly, he rubs my face with his finger. He knows how to pull me back into him when I’m spiraling out of control. “Baby, look around you. It may be new, but the girls are now your friends and you’re not going to be having any fucking alone time I can guarantee, if I know them. You can’t talk me out of what I know, and I know that you’re one very large significant part in my life, already.”
“You can’t say that.”
“I just did.” Leaning up on his elbow, staying focused on my face only, he sasses me.
“You’re an important, imposing, scary beast of a man who can have anyone. I will be out of your hair as soon as my brother gets what’s coming his way.”
A smirk fills his face. “Scary?”
“Ummm? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Six foot two I’d say, muscles on muscles, tattoos covering much of you, dark inquiring eyes which search the souls of people, large hands which have probably snapped a few bones.” Raising my eyebrows, I try to keep it serious, but from the minute he nearly ran me over, I haven’t been scared of him.
“I’d never hurt you, Phoebe.”
“I know that.”
“Can we explore this more because you want to, not because I am keeping you here until your maniac brother is found? I’ve not wanted more with anyone.”
My mouth opens in an O shape and my heart shudders, prickles running rampant.
“You’ll get bored with me.”
“I’m sure I can make it interesting.”
“I bet you can with your skillset. However, I only know about flowers which doesn’t tie in very well with the underworld.”
“Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything, except us being together and it feeling right. The rest we can figure out.”
Chewing my lip, I don’t know how to touch him like his other women would have. “I can’t even make you feel good though. I have no idea what to do or how.” His warm hand lays on my hipbone, his legs against my toes, keeping my legs from fidgeting further and more self-doubt taking hold.
My voice quietens.
“I’m a virgin.”
Despite how many women I’ve had my fingers and tongue on, running my hand over Phoebe’s heated, flushed skin was like a door opening, blinding me with the brightest beam of light.
A new chapter. The cabin was supposed to bring clarity and in a way it has.
Phoebe Kearney.
Exercising precise and tender strokes, not unraveling and pumping my cock deep within her, took the utmost restraint. And I wanted to do it. Fucking butterflies made home in my stomach, worried she’d run for the hills when my tongue landed on her sumptuous clit, but she stayed, allowing me to drive her body to an all-time high.
Phoebe deserved for me to be slow and delicate because of her previous experience with men. I wanted every ounce of me to be pouring directly into her.
My strength would be her strength.
She’s already moved beyond her own ability to look at and talk to men in a very short period of time. She responds beautifully under my touch and I want to show her what more could feel like.
Phoebe’s body is alluring and sensual, but she doesn’t see that, yet. Her moans and murmurs made my cock strain against my pants, and I can’t wait to show her the effect she has on me.
Courageous and strong, a fucking virgin still, allowing me to have free rein over her body. My hand cups her cheek and I sigh. “Baby, I knew you were a special gift.” Her crystal blue eyes hooded from her orgasm look to me. “One that I shouldn’t be allowed to be near, let alone run my fingers over and lay next to, but I’m not giving you up. Phoebe, I’m fucking honored that you allowed me the privilege of seeing your glorious body naked, for giving me permission to taste the most intimate part of you, giving me the go-ahead to touch your silky smooth skin, and for sharing your most personal details with me.” My throat clogs, and I cough. “The trust you put in me is enormous.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, my finger stroking her cheek wipes a stray tear away. “I think we are one of the lucky ones that have another chance at something amazing.”
A feather-light touch roams across my abs and navel. She is trying hard to be brave. “I agree.”
My hairs stand up straight across my arms as she continues. She’s fucking tantalizing and if she keeps going, Phoebe’s going to see a whole other side of me.
“Tell me, how do you feel now?” My normally gruff voice is hushed.
“Are you looking for a compliment?” A grin pulls at her mouth and her fingers gain momentum around my chest, arms, and shoulders.
“Well, the last one I was compared to your toy. So perhaps?” I clasp my hand over my chest, capturing her hand under mine.
“You’re a miracle worker, taking over my body and shattering me into shimmery stars. From my childhood, to wandering from place to place and even back here in LA, feeling safe was unknown to me. I can honestly say, you make me feel protected, secure, and ‘someone’.”
Pulling her body closer to mine, skin on skin, I kiss the top of her head, my grip tightening on her waist. Nipping her ear, I drift my lips down her neck, running my tongue over it, tasting her, restraining myself from biting into her skin. Leaning her head away from me, Phoebe gives me access to her slender neck. My arms tighten further.