Savior

“Is there no other way to feel that? The bare heat you described? To be naked with someone? Is there another way for you to show me?” His eyes flicked between mine and I kept pushing, rushing to reassure him this time was different. “I know there won’t be more. You’ve made that more than clear. But I trust you and I know how rare that is. I don’t want to miss an opportunity. Show me.”

“You trust me?” He seemed truly baffled by my confession.

“Yes.”

His eyes flicked between mine. “Why?” he whispered.

Wasn’t that the question of the night. “Because I do.” He huffed a laugh, lacking humor. “Erik,” I said, getting his attention back on me. “Why wouldn’t I trust you? Okay, yes, you’ve been an ass, but it makes you no less of a great man. You’d never hurt me. You’d never take advantage of me. And I knew that if I ever really needed you, you’d be there. I’ve never doubted that.”

“I’m not the man you think I am.”

“Maybe you’re not the man you think you are.” My words stole his arguments. “Please, Erik. I trust you.”

He swallowed again, his head dropping back against the seat, his eyes closed. “Okay.”

My heart soared and thudded like a freight train at full speed, only to come to a screeching halt when his words penetrated my bubble of excitement, letting nerves creep in.

“Give me your panties.”

I froze but then remembered how much I wanted this.

The rustling of my dress overpowered the sound of the music playing softly. Erik stripped out of his jacket before working the buttons open on his shirt, watching me work my panties off under my dress. Each inch of skin he bared had my heart racing faster. I’d watched his muscles move under his clothes, but I’d never seen him without a shirt. He was built like a Greek god. His muscles hard and rigid, his abs rippling as he tugged the edges out of his pants to expose the deep v on each side of his hips.

He held his hand out once his chest was bared and I placed my panties in his palm with shaky fingers. The scrap of black lace he’d bought me dangled on a single finger for his inspection.

“Now come pull my dick out of my pants,” he ordered, stuffing the fabric into his pocket.

I swallowed my nerves and leaned over, working his buckle open with shaky fingers. He didn’t move to help me as I fumbled. By the time I’d eased the zipper down, his length was pressing against the cotton of his boxer briefs and I was squirming in my seat. His hips lifted in an invitation to tug everything down to expose him completely. I remembered his softened cock I’d glimpsed in the office, but nothing prepared me for the soft skin that grazed my hand when he sprung free of the confines. Nothing prepared me for the heat. Penises had never been anything I was interested in. I’d only viewed it as a tool to hurt me with.

But Erik’s cock was beautiful. Long, thick, and straight with a head I couldn’t help but brush my thumb across. He groaned and I pulled back because that wasn’t what he’d asked me to do and I wasn’t taking more than he was offering. That was the mistake I’d made last time.

“Straddle me. We’re going to do what we did before on the couch. Except this time will be with the wet, naked heat you want. It’s the best I can do.”

My thighs were slick with my arousal and it embarrassed me to imagine letting him know how wet I was.

“Have you changed your mind?”

“No. I-I’m just kind of wet everywhere.”

A growl rumbled in his chest. “Good. Let me feel it.”

I threw my leg over his lap, pulling my skirt out of the way and closing my eyes as I settled over him. My body shook with nerves, but I didn’t let it hold me back from settling and pressing my wet heat fully against him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

His hands disappeared under my dress, moving up my thighs to my core. My thighs clenched and I choked on my breath, the light graze up and down my slit building the ache—the anticipation—to exploding. Both of his thumbs found the lips of my pussy, pulling them apart just enough to settle his cock between my slit. I gripped his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to control how fast my breaths were escaping. I didn’t want to show how scared I was by being this close to him, how terrified I was that he would stop and I’d never feel this again.

His thumbs slid up and down the edge of my folds, playing in the moisture.

“So fucking wet. Perfect.”

He thrust his hips and I gasped as the smooth skin of his dick slid over my clit.