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“Is that okay, Sofia baby? Can I kiss you?” I whimper, still on my knees like I always am for her.
“Yes,” she hardly murmurs, but I hear it loud and clear.
Careful not to press too hard on her stomach, I lean forward, unsure if the pain she’s in will intensify under my weight.
When my face is only centimeters from hers, I move so slowly, just to secure every part of this moment in my memory. And with absolutely no hesitation, I finally kiss my girl.
As my lips morph to hers, Fia lovingly sinks into the kiss with me, her hand lifting to the right side of my face and pulling me in as close as she can.
Moaning like a fucking fiend, I scoot closer as the sound floats out of my mouth and into hers. Laps of her sweet tongue find mine as we wrestle gently for control.
Kissing someone has never felt this euphoric.
I’ve kissed plenty of women. It wasn’t always something I liked, but if I wasn’t going to fuck them, I had to give them something other than the talent of my fingers, followed by a luxe rideshare home.
This is more than just a kiss.
I feel this everywhere. The tingle in my fingertips, the floating sensation beneath my knees, the buzzing in my ears. Touching my lips to hers is touching every part of my body.
I deepen the kiss, angling my head just slightly. When I do, Fia’s body follows. Laying her down on her side, I continue devouring her lips while ensuring she’s as comfortable as she needs to be while I worship her.
When we come up for air, we gaze into each other’s eyes, both so sure there’s so much more to this. Forever to explore, yet the bubble we’ve put ourselves in, the small, nagging protection that covers us both, will one day soon inevitably pop.
I’ll do all I can not to let it.
“Sorry I’m on my period.” Fia pouts beneath me with so much disappointment, maybe even a twinge of fear, before grabbing my face again to drown her jarring statement with another stroke of her lips.
I resist her and rise with a questioning look.
“Why would you be sorry about something like that?”
Her expression looked more than just being bummed out by a monthly occurrence. It feels deeper.
“Well, we can’t really do anything when I’m bleeding.”
She’s so deflated, yet the wandering pain behind her eyes is one I’ve noticed before. Right here in this moment, though, it’s not hiding as well as it normally does.
“I don’t have to always be physical with you.” My voice comes out stern, but I can’t help it.
When I rise to a seated position, I can feel the presence of her sadness. Between the shake of her hands, and the tremor of her bottom lip tugging against her teeth, she’s not telling me something.
“I know, but—”
“No,” I clip. “I don’t think you know. Sofia baby, your body is the most magical place I’ve ever traveled to, but it’s not the reason I crave you. I get high off your wit alone. There are so many things about you that are so much more than what you offer me physically. Tell me you don’t think that’s I care about?”
Her chest rises and falls in heavy pulls. She doesn’t respond instantly, and that sends shards of worry through my bones.
“Fia, if I made you think for a second that my intentions were only physical…”
Losing my head, I begin unraveling at how I could’ve been such an idiot. If I made her feel like an object, I’ll never forgive myself.
“It’s not that. It’s not you.”
Not me? What is she talking about?
“Baby,” I implore, needing to see her face.
Her gaze is locked on where my hands are connected to the blanket, embarrassment clouding her beautiful emerald eyes.
