I Love You More Than I'm Afraid (Our Forevers #2) by Rebel Hart (the first e reader .txt) 📕

good knowing that I wasn’t the only one burning up. All I’d dreamed of for years was that moment.

It was finally happening.

Hannah pulled away from me briefly, her face drenched red. “Um… So… This is, uh… I’ve never…”

My heart seized up for a moment. “Oh shit, that’s right. You’ve only been with guys other than me.”

“Well…” She said. “I’ve never actually been with a guy either.”

“Oh. You’re a total virgin?” I asked.

Her already dark face darkened even more. “I didn’t really want to be with anyone else but you, so…”

Melt my heart already. “And you’re sure you’re ready? We don’t have to rush.”

She smiled at me. “I’ve been ready for a long time.”

That was a relief to hear. “Me too.”

It was a good mile marker for me though. It meant I couldn’t run in guns blazing; I had to be slow and considerate. A first time was intense enough, let alone a first time of the kind of sex they don’t drill into your head during sex ed. I trusted myself though, and as Hannah let herself go, it was clear she did too. We made out for a little bit longer before I slipped backwards off the bed and got to my feet. I grabbed Hannah’s hand and brought her up to stand with me, then turned her around so her back was to me. I kissed the back of her neck gently as I carefully slid the straps of her dress across her shoulders and down her arms. I made sure to attune my senses for any sign that I needed to slow down, but Hannah had her head drifted backwards against my shoulder and her eyes were closed as she hummed in satisfaction.

Dropping her dress down to the floor, I let out a little happy grunt at the turquoise lace bra and panties she was wearing. They hugged her curves perfectly, curves that I hadn’t really gotten to experience even back when we dated the first time because she bloomed late and they were just coming in when we parted ways. She had a perfect curve to her hips and c-cup breasts that fit snugly in my hands when I slid them up to caress her.

She let out a yelp that made me nervous. “Are you okay?”

She slapped her hands on top of mine, keeping them in place. “Yeah. I’ve never felt good like this before.”

“Just this? I haven’t done that much.”

“I know, but it already feels so good.”

I smiled, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. “I’ve got really good news for you then…”

She let out a dark, lurid sigh and coaxed me to continue massaging her breasts by squeezing my hands. I obliged, giving each proper attention before coming around to undo her bra and drop it away. One hand I sent back to continue working there, while I slid the other down and just under the hem of her underwear. I was slightly nervous, not because I doubted my own skills, but because if just her breasts were eliciting the kind of reaction they were, we were going to have to go really slow. That was okay with me though.

We had plenty of time.

I was careful and intentional in the way I moved my fingers between her legs, making sure to carefully tease her sensitive spots first, introducing her to the sensation slowly before going full force. She let out a moan that lit me on fire, and I increased the friction in small increments, flicking over the sensitive nub of nerves at her crest before sliding down to her hole and rubbing over it. The fact that no one had taken her before made me incredibly happy, but also meant I had the responsibility of breaking her hymen eventually, which was notably more difficult without certain… appendages.

That likely wouldn’t happen this first time though. I wanted this to be all about pleasure and growing trust. The rest could come later.

“That feels good,” she whimpered.

“I’m glad,” I said. “I’ll show you more.”

I pulled my hands back and turned her around to face me. I led with a kiss against her lips before kissing a few different spots on her neck as I guided her back down to her back on the bed. I knelt on the bed between her legs and reached down to hook my fingers into the edges of her underwear and pull them down. The tops of her thighs, stomach, and chest were bright red, and it was so sexy.

“What about you?” she asked. “You’re still fully dressed.”

I held up my hands. “My bad.”

The hoodie I had on was easy enough to remove, as was the only thing I was wearing under it, a sports bra. Hannah watched me with a hungry gaze before she said, “Yeah. I’m definitely gay.”

I laughed and nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”

Hannah sat up from where she was laying, bringing her face even with my breasts. My body got ten degrees hotter as she timidly lifted her hand to rub along one of them before suddenly taking the initiative and leaning in to close her mouth around the other. A shockwave of pleasure ran over me and I threaded my fingers into her hair to let her know that I appreciated the actions. Her other hand rubbed along my stomach briefly before sliding down to the base of my leggings. She slipped her hand under them and my underwear, diving right between my legs, and then I could tell she was just trying to mimic my actions.

Making me very glad that I set an example one could follow.

Euphoria crashed over me in wave after wave while Hannah experimented. I assumed I’d be leading, but I wasn’t complaining. At least not until my center started to get hotter and hotter.

“You’re about to make me come that way,” I huffed.

“Really?!” she yelped. It was so fucking cute that all I could do was just duck my head and start laughing. The sensation left my body in an instant, which