I can’t put myself out there again. I’ve been through the bloody hills of Afghanistan, but there’s nothing scarier than opening yourself up to someone else, only to get shattered.
I’ve been through that before, and I don’t want to do it again.
With a groan, I run my hands over Nora’s perfect bare ass.
Everything in me reacts, my heart pounds, my dick twitches, my groin contracts.
Somehow, I’m guessing I won’t have a choice.
I’ll end up laying myself out there.
I only hope there’s pieces of me left when it’s all over.
***
I wake in the morning to someone staring at me.
I open my eyes to find Nora on her elbow, her hair tickling my mouth.
“Good morning,” she says softly. Her mouth is full and lush, and suddenly, I want to kiss it.
So I do.
She kisses me back, soft, then firmer, before she pulls away.
“I…uh. I thought I was on the beach last night,” she murmurs, looking away and staring out the window. Her cheeks are flushed.
I nod. “Yeah. You were. But I brought you in, cleaned you up and put you to bed. The next time you want to finish off a bottle, can you just do it in on the couch?”
I’m joking, but she blushes even more, the flush spreading to her chest.
“I’m sorry,” she tells me. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I answer quickly. “It’s fine. You had a hard night.”
She rolls on top of me, her hands on either side of my face, her legs straddling my hips.
“I don’t remember, so if I said anything embarrassing, please just forget it,” she pleads prettily, her hair falling into my face in a cascade. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
She wiggles her hips, grinding into my groin, which of course reacts. My dick springs to life, pressing into her and she smiles in satisfaction.
“Maybe you do want me,” she says huskily.
“I do,” I agree, remembering her pitiful question from last night. Why don’t you want me?
As I stare into her beautiful face and I see all the questions in her eyes, the insecurities, the doubts, I do the only thing I can do… the only thing I think will help.
I show her how much I want her.
You’re not used.
My hips flex.
You’re beautiful.
I run my hands over her back, her shoulders, her hips.
Inside and out.