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Page 36 of Finding Answers For Confused Succubi

"I've had sex before, Mandy," he reminds me.

I bite my bottom lip."Are you sure?I don't want us to do this and then for you to feel like I've taken advantage or asked you to do something you don't want to."Even as I say it, the gnawing sensation makes itself more present within me.

Darius reaches out and takes my hand in his."You're not taking advantage."

"Okay.Can we try?"I take a deep breath.

He nods."Now?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything I should know first?No touch zones?Anything you do like?"

"I don't know," I admit."I've not really been very present any of the times I've done this.Is that bad?"

"It's just the past," he assures me."But it's okay.We can go slow."

"Slow sounds good," I agree, feeling a little nervous.But it's not really about sex, it's about the idea that I might let him down in some way.

"We should start with a kiss, and we'll go from there."

I nod.

He shifts on the bed and turns to face me.Nerves flutter within me as I wait for his lips to brush against mine.I don't know why I'm feeling like this.I've kissed people before.Maybe it's because I know this is different.This kiss is coming with more knowledge of who I am, and from someone I actually care about.

His hand brushes against my cheek, and I have to admit that it feels nice, almost comforting in the way it feels against my skin.

The kiss is brief, only a whisper of a touch between us.

"Was that okay?"Darius whispers, his eyes searching my face even though he's barely pulled away.

"Yes."I touch my lips."It was nice."

"Can I kiss you again?"

I nod.

He leans in and his lips brush against mine again.I move closer, deepening the kiss.There's something nice about it, a connection that I don't think I've felt before.

Darius places a hand on my leg and I freeze as a brief sense of panic overtakes me.I don't make a move, but he does.

He pulls back immediately, a concerned expression on his face."Are you all right?"

"I'm sorry, it wasn't you..."Tears sting at my eyes.How did I end up here?

"Well, it was," he responds, taking my hand in his."But I know what you're trying to say."

"I'm just..."

"Don't you dare say broken, Mandy.You're not that."His deep voice is strangely comforting.

Or maybe not strangely, I guess I have been spending a lot of time with him.Enough for me to say yes to trying this.

"But it is me that's the problem.I'm just not good at this."My voice cracks as I speak.

"There's a difference between being bad at something and not wanting it," he points out.

"I guess.Or maybe it's just not the right time to try."




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