The Squad

I moved my hand slowly towards the hair at her temple, being sure not to make any sudden moves. “I’m going to kiss you, Roxana. Will you let me?” She made a sound that I didn’t quite get, but since she wasn’t putting up a fight, I moved in, though going slow to give her the chance to call a halt.

The first touch of my lips against hers was electric. I held my breath, waiting for her reaction, taking my cues from her and scared as fuck that she’d freeze up on me. I felt like an untried teenaged boy with his first girl, and yet it was the most exciting thing I’ve ever felt. When she didn’t protest or pull away, I let my hands roam.

Innocently enough, at first, I touched her face with caresses as soft as a butterfly’s wings, then my fingers made their way down to her shoulders and beyond. I was still over her clothes, my clothes that she wore, no skin to skin yet, but my eyes never left hers. And then I came to the soft flesh of her neck, and you’d think I’d reached her pussy the way my dick reacted.

He thumped and spat behind my jeans, fighting to get at her while I was doing everything in my power to go slow. It’s as if touching her bare skin for the first time had opened up some door inside me, and I knew it wasn’t going to be enough just to steal a few kisses. “I’m sorry!” Her eyes widened at my apology, neither of us knowing or quite sure, to be exact, exactly what it was I was apologizing for.

I knew, though, and hoped she’d forgive me. Somehow in the last few hours, I’d forgotten what had brought me here, with her. I’d forgotten the knowing I felt when I caught her scent. Had I paid attention, I would’ve known that the first time I got her like this, there would be no turning back for me.

In my mind, I knew I needed to give her time. I needed to respect her past and all that she’d been through. But that primitive part of me, the part that knew she belonged to me, wasn’t having it. I lowered my head and inhaled her scent. Not the fancy soap Ash and the other women had given her to bathe with, or whatever perfume they’d foisted off on her, no. I wanted her natural womanly fragrance.

That heated scent that comes from the sun warming the flesh. Her pheromones intoxicated me to the point that I felt something other come alive inside. I grazed my teeth along the soft flesh of her neck until they disappeared beyond the opening of the oversized tee-shirt she wore. The shit was, in my way, frustrating.

No sooner had I had the thought than I heard a ripping sound in the room with us. Looking down at my hands, I realized that it was me. I’d torn the shirt from her. Her eyes showed no fear, just curiosity, but now I was the one who hesitated, the one who feared what my need might do to her. It was raging inside me, and I know for certain that my cock was harder, longer, thicker than it’s ever been.

“I won’t hurt you.” Please don’t let me hurt her. I said a silent prayer. Her silence was a bother, but since there was no turning back, I could only show her what she meant to me through touch. My mind was still cautioning me to go slow, so I tried to rein it in, but to no avail.

With my shirt ripped from her body, I got my first real look at her perfectly formed orbs, and my mouth watered. My hands shook when they reached out to touch, my fingers trembling as they traced a line down between her cleavage. She drew in her breath at my touch and exhaled only when I lowered my head to take a nipple between my teeth.

Her bra was in my way, and I made short work of getting rid of it, tossing it aside after tearing it in my haste. “I’ll buy you new ones.” She made another sound when my hands cupped her tits, hefting and weighing them in my palms. And as if I didn’t have enough to deal with, I saw my sons feeding there and almost lost my mind.

The vision was so clear I damn near tore my jeans to shreds to get to her, get the job done. I saw the curly black hair of my son, so much like my own when I was younger, and his mother’s hand cupping his head as he fed. My heart exploded with a thousand emotions, and it was all I could do not to go too fast.