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

she must have sensed because she whined out, “Oh no. That was sooo lame.”

“It wasn’t. It was adorable,” I said, bringing my hands up to hold the sides of her face. “Besides, it’s a good thing. I would have felt pretty lame myself if I came first when it’s your first time.” I grabbed her hands and pulled them free of the different places they’d latched onto and brought them up to my lips to kiss sweetly. “Lay back.”

She was still pouting a bit from her ruined ministrations, but I planned to send that far from her brain. As she fell back, I slipped a little down the bed until I could curl my arms around her legs and pull them over my shoulders. I dipped my head between her legs and gently started to caress my tongue along her slit. She immediately let out a moan, but I didn’t shy away that time. It was time for her to experience full pleasure.

Starting slow and only picking up the pace in response to Hannah’s moans and writhing, I began to work her center over with my tongue. Her hands were clasped onto the blankets on either side of her, wrinkling up some of the flower petals.

It wasn’t long before her legs started to shudder, likely due to her inexperience, and she whined out, “It feels weird.”

“Let it happen,” I instructed, continuing to use my mouth to bring her up to and eventually over the edge. Her moans got so loud that I was glad we were in a house alone, and her legs clenched around my head.

Eventually, her convulsions weakened and I came up, sliding up to look her in the eyes. “Well?”

Her eyes had tears in the corners and she was breathing deeply, but she had a smile on her face. “That’s what I’ve been missing? Dammit.”

“A piece of it anyway. I have more tricks, but I won’t throw them all at you at once.” I rolled over to her side and started to pet her, but she looked over at me frustrated. “What?”

“What about you?” she said.

“It’s your first time,” I said. “It’s okay.”

“It’s our first time,” she retorted. “Tell me what to do.”

Before I could stop her, she was already repositioning herself between my legs. She grabbed the sides of my leggings and underwear and pulled them down and off, then once again mimicked what I had done earlier and pulled my legs up over her shoulders. I saw the look of nervousness on her face and ran my hand through her hair.

“Hannah, really. You don’t have to. When you feel more comfortable, then we can try it. Use your hands again. You almost got me before,” I said.

She shook her head. “I want to do it this way. I want you to feel how I did.”

Mixed into the nerves was a determination I knew I couldn’t argue with. “Okay,” I said. “Just use your tongue. You’re a woman, you know what feels good. Focus there and you can’t go wrong.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding, then she ducked in and I felt her tongue ever so slightly graze against the bean. I let out a yip and she stopped. “I’m sorry. Was that okay?”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Do it more.”

She listened, sticking her tongue out more fully then and taking a full lap. I dropped my head back and breathed into it. Even for the fact that it was her first time, it felt so much better than anyone I’d been with before. It was so timid, but at the same time adventurous, but mostly it was knowing that it was the woman I loved that made all the difference.

Picking up the pace, she slid downwards, teasing my hole with her tongue, going slightly further than I did, poking it in and out. “That feels good,” I reassured.

It gave her the confidence she needed and she worked herself up into a rhythm, alternating between the two spots and growing in speed as she carried on. Wanting the full experience, I got a little carried away and said, “Stick your finger in,” and then realized what I said and looked down at her. “No, wait. Sorr—” But she listened. She slipped a finger inside of me as she continued to lick, bringing me to ecstacy. “Ah! Yes, Hannah. Crook your finger upwards.” She followed the directive, crooking her finger up. “Go a little further in,” I said, feeling that she was nearly there. She pushed further and crooked up again and hit me square where I wanted. I threw my head back and gripped her head. “Yes! Right there!”

She hammered after it then, creating a pattern until my body started to buzz. I moaned and writhed until the feeling got too overwhelming and exploded. I fought to keep my legs open so that I wouldn’t scare the poor girl, but she didn’t quite understand the necessity to slow after an orgasm and kept going.

“Ah,” I said, pushing her head. “Slow down.”

“I’m sorry!” she screeched.

“No,” I said with a chuckle. “It’s okay. I came, so I’m oversensitive.”

“I did it?” she asked.

I pulled her up so that I could kiss her. “Yeah, baby, you did it.” I brought her up to me and wrapped my arms around her back. More would need to happen, preferably soon, but that was good for a first trip out, especially because I could already feel Hannah going weak in my hold.

The next thing I knew, we were blinking in the morning light.

“Wow,” I grumbled to myself. “It’s been a long time since I’ve slept like that.”

Hannah murmured on top of me. “Little more sleep.”

I smiled. “Whatever you want,” I said, though as soon as she said it, her stomach growled. “Ah, that’s post-sex hunger, it’s a very real issue.”

She sighed. “I wanna sleep more though.”

“Well, how long do we have this adorable place?” I said.

“All weekend,” she replied, then sat up and looked down at me. “Sorry it took a few days. I had to wait