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They roved gently down my arm, hesitated for a moment, and then
came to rest against my hip.
My own fingers quickly located the bottom of his t-shirt. I
finally allowed my hand to dip beneath it and touch his skin. He got
the idea and broke away from my mouth just long enough to reach
over his shoulder and tug the shirt over his head. My breath snagged
on something in my throat as I gazed at his body for a moment. He
was perfect. Fair skin, skinny arms, and everything. His obsidian
necklace hung suspended in the air between us.
I was nearly twisting right out of my skin. I reached up and
pulled him down against me. We rolled over so that I was on top,
and then again so he was, our lips meshed together. Somewhere in
the kissing and touching, my tank top and shorts wound up on the
floor. He had to reach over the side of the bed once his pants were
off to retrieve a condom from his wallet at some point. It was warm
in the room, but one or both of us — I wasn’t quite sure who —
pulled back the covers and then we were beneath them.
Finally, Tucker was above me again, with his hands pressing
into the mattress on either side of me. There was something
incredible that I had no words to describe glowing in his eyes as we
gazed at each other. The rest of the world around us had gone dark.
My entire body, my whole being, was aware of only him. Every last
nerve, each tiny atom, they were all quivering with anticipation.
At first, I couldn’t help but stiffen, but he was so gentle that
my body relaxed almost immediately. I wrapped my arms around
his shoulders, and he lowered his head so it was beside mine and
placed a soft kiss on my cheek. “Are you okay?” he whispered. His
breath was hot as it danced across my neck.
I nodded, not wanting to speak and shatter the beautiful
moment. Words were cumbersome and pointless beneath the covers.
Now was the time to show him just how okay I was, not to tell him.
Slowly, Tucker began to move, his hips rocking smoothly
against mine. My brain had totally shut down and my body knew
what to do. I fell into the rhythm that he conducted. We were
connected in the most intimate way that two people could; there was
no way I could ever let him any closer to me than this.
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