"Okay."
"Not okay." He presses his palm against my ass, pulling my body into his. "Stop me if it's too much."
"How would I know?"
"You'll know." He leans in close enough to whisper. "Fuck, I want to be inside you."
The edge of need in his voice makes my sex clench. I've been thinking about him, about this, nonstop.
"But not until you come." He finds my dress's side zipper and pulls it down.
Then he's pushing my straps off my shoulders.
His eyes go wide as pushes my dress to my waist. He cups my breasts, over my bra.
The simple touch is enough to undo me.
If his hands feel that good over my clothes, I'm not sure how I'm going to survive actually having sex with him.
Kit's eyes lock with mine.
It's scary how much he sees into my heart. It's like he can see my nerves, my inexperience, the what if I'm bad at this voice nagging at me.
He reaches around to unhook my bra. "You trust me?"
I nod. I really do.
"I'll lead. All you have to do is breathe and feel."
His deep voice calms me. I trust Kit to lead me through this.
I trust him with my heart.
His eyes go wide as he peels my bra off.
The way he's staring makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.
Kit cups my breast. Slowly, he rubs my nipple with his thumb. Then it's harder. Faster.
I have to close my eyes.
It feels too good.
He grinds his hips against mine. Even with the fabric in the way, I can feel his cock against my clit. I love the feel of it.
I love knowing he's hard because he's touching me.
He moves on to his index finger. Then the middle. The ring. The pinkie.
Each of his fingers is calloused in a different way. Each is divine.
I tug at his t-shirt.
I lean back against the counter.
"Kit." I dig my fingers into the soft fabric. "Fuck."
In response, his touch hardens. He brings my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. It's a soft pinch, but that's enough to make me gasp.