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"Lift up," he tellspull

And then he’s sitting back on his heels and looking atatthat I start to worry that so That the scars bother him more than he let on That he doesn’t like what he sees

I fumble for a blanket, try to cover myself, but he strips them all from the bed Drops the a little It’s been almost a year since I’ve done this and I’m anxious, nervous, horny … and deter to hide yourself from me I don’t like it"

For so about a lot more than the blankets But that doesn’tAnd not when Z hiuises

"Well, you should probably stop staring at rins, strews hot, wet, open at you You should probably get used to it--I’ it a lot"

I freeze at the words, which sound sothis again Which I h the next hour without hu myself, that is

If Z notices nores it Instead, he trails his tongue along the edge ofacross ht actually lose le in the cool silk of his hair as I hold hi for his--in a way I’ve never before experienced

My sex life with Reood I mean, he was a considerate lover who from the very first always took care of me as well as hiinity, I never had anyone to compare him to Which was fine I was happy with hih It isn’t about being happy or satisfied or any of those other words No, being with Z is like being in the center of a lightning storerous, without the proper precautions

I want to take those precautions--thought I did take the could have prepared me for what it feels like to be loved by Z To have his hands and mouth and body all over mine

All Over Mine

"Hey" He pauses, lifts his head "Where did you go?"

"I’row even darker "No, you’re not"

I think he’s going to say so else, or maybe even leave I clutch at his shoulders in desperation, knowing that if he leaves ain--there’s no way I’ll be able to try this a third ti anywhere Instead of getting up or suggesting we stop, he takes the opposite approach He strips s in one swift hs

I coainst s are over his shoulders and I’, terrible oes on and on and on, thanks to Z and his oh-so-talented tongue

When it’s finally over--and I once again have control over ue idea of returning the favor But Z just puts one big hand on my stomach and presses me back down

"What--" I’ht in hs, a loarm, delicious sound that sends new shivers up ue tracing the folds of ain

"Z!" I call his naain, and he reaches up, twines his fingers withto hold on to as he takes s me over a second time

And a third

By now, my body isn’t even my own anymore Z has laid claim to it and he’s deters every ounce of sensation--of pleasure--that he can fro at hi, leisurely lick "No more Please no more I need--"

I cut myself off before I finish the sentence, before I scare us both off with an admission of just how much I need him