I nod my head in agreement. My heart pounding so hard that I’m afraid it might stop. Looking down, I watch his soft hand find my thigh. He clenches the outside and gradually moves his way up, ’til it’s on my hip. I love watching him. There is a need inside of him, a hunger like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Sitting up in his chair, Nate takes his other hand and does the same thing. Only this time, he slides it behind me, ’til he has a firm hold on my ass.
I tilt my head back. My whole body quivers and I’m surrounded by a sense of security. It’s something I haven’t felt in a very long time. Looking down at him, he’s so genuine and beautiful. As much as I want to rush things with him…I don’t. I let Nate take the lead staying in this moment with him.
With both of my hands fiercely holding Elania’s flawless body, I actually think I might pass out. Everything inside of me trembles and I remind myself to take this slow. It’s hard because all I want is to lay her across this table and fuck her senseless. But instead, I give her ass a small squeeze, then snake my hand into her underwear. Her eyes change a pinch and I think it’s because I’ve caught her off guard.
Taking my time, I move my hand down ’til it rests against her sex. She barely has any hair and I like that. Automatically, I stand, looking down at her with pure, unadulterated passion. Pulling my pants down, I free my straining cock and scoot her panties to the side. She’s watching everything that I’m doing, breathing so heavily that I can feel it on my chest. Taking my hard dick, I separate her hot cunt and indulge in her wetness, rubbing her so softly. We are outside in her backyard and the fact that someone could see us turns me on.
Her head falls back the instant I begin to work her. Touching her this way is heaven, my cock, her *. She makes the sexiest noises that I’ve ever heard. They are so light, but I can tell she’s really into it. The sound almost brings me to my knees, but we are outside and I don’t want to push things. Pulling my pants back up, I kiss her mouth and turn her body around, directing her inside.
She walks eagerly, listening to me like a good girl. I’m not sure where to take her, but thankfully she walks upstairs. I follow, still not letting go of her body. My hands are everywhere, feeling every bit of her that I can.
I want to see her; feeling her isn’t enough. The second that we step into her room I pull her dress off. It hits the floor and she looks back at me with a smirk on her face. Her blue lace thong and matching bra just happen to be in my favorite color.
Grabbing my shirt, she begins to unbutton it. I hesitate for half of a second. No one has seen my scars other than my parents and doctors. When I’ve been with Andrea, I’ve always left my shirt on. I’m worried of Elaina’s reaction, and fear it could trigger a setback for me. Taking my hands, I place them over hers. She stops and looks at me. “What’s the matter?” she asks.
I can’t bring my eyes to hers as I answer. Self-consciousness takes over and I’m unsure how to respond to her. Why didn’t I think about this? My breathing quickens and I close my eyes.
“Tell me, Nate,” she whispers, kissing my chest through my shirt, over the spot of one of the scars. I tense. She looks up at me and I pull one of my hands away, cupping her head. She leans in to my touch, turning and kissing my palm. I close my eyes, just needing a minute to pull my shit together. My mind is racing, dragging me back to some of the moments of torture I endured, but I won’t go there. I open my eyes to stay in this moment with Elania.
“I…I have a lot of scars,” I exhale finishing the sentence struggling to get the words out.
“It’s okay, Nate,” she says so simply. “Trust me, please.”
Very slowly, I drop my hands to my sides, knowing that I can’t let my own insecurities ruin this time for us. Listening to her words, I let go of my fears and watch Elania continue to painstakingly unbutton my shirt. I do trust her. She knows some of what I went through, and even with just a piece of the puzzle, understands me differently that any woman I’ve ever known. Finishing with the last button, she looks at my body, her actions going way too slowly for the anxiety building around my lungs. My heart races, my scars don’t seem to bother her as she walks around me. A sudden blast of relief hits me and her acceptance nearly buckles my knees. I was so worried for nothing.
My hands move to hers, intertwining our fingers. She stands behind me and I stay frozen. “El, you are so beautiful.”
“So are you,” she responds, squeezing my fingers, leaning in, kissing one of my scars. My breathing stops and I’m astounded by the rush of security this simple move brings. She pulls her hands away from mine and continues around me again moving her hand down and unzipping my pants.