“Sophie, what happened to you was bad,” I confirm.
“Not as bad as it could have been,” she says softly. “I always knew it could have been worse, but I never understood to what extreme. After hearing what happened to some of the women in my group, I understand now, and I’m even more thankful. I hate that I’ve been so weak.”
“You did what you had to do to protect yourself.”
“I didn’t though. I hid out in my house, afraid to meet new people or even date.”
“You moved to another state all alone,” I remind her.
“Only because I wanted to buy a house.”
“You can say you did it because you wanted to buy a house, but I think you did it because you were ready to change your life. You’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“I don’t know,” she mumbles, nervously playing with the pocket of my T-shirt.
“I do. Look at how you are with me.”
“You’re sweet.” She smiles, running her fingers along my jaw.
I’m glad she sees me that way; I never want her to be afraid of me “You tryin’ to ruin my street cred?”
She doesn’t answer. She just looks down at Daisy, who’s now cuddled up between us. When her eyes come up, mine narrow on her.
“What?” She smiles.
“You tryin’ to say my dog isn’t badass?”
“Um…” She starts to laugh, “I never said anything like that.”
“You said it all with your eyes.”
“I didn’t. I swear!” She laughs, and I run a finger down the center of her face, feeling my eyes go soft before leaning in to kiss her.
“You are a lot stronger than you think, and that’s why, tomorrow, we’re going to my parents’ house.”
“I can’t,” she says, and I’m done talking about this.
I roll her to her back, pinning her underneath me. Her chest begins rising and falling rapidly, and I slide to the side, keeping her hands where they are with one on mine. My eyes stay locked on hers as I slowly slide my T-shirt she’s wearing up until her tits are exposed. I have been gradually teaching her about sex. When I take her for the first time, I want her to know what to expect. I never want her to be afraid of me for any reason.
“Jesus,” I whisper, looking at her tits—large, over a handful, ni**les firm and dark pink. I lean forward, pulling first one then the other into my mouth, licking and biting. Her body starts wiggling under mine, her moans becoming louder, her nails digging into my scalp. “You want me to make you come?” I ask, biting down on her nipple while pinching her other one.
“Yes,” she moans, her head pressing back into the pillow, her body arching.
I squeeze her breast before running my palm down her stomach along the edge of her shorts and dipping under, my fingers meeting smooth skin the whole way. Knowing she is completely bare has me gritting my teeth. I slide one finger over her clit, circling as I watch her face; her eyes pop open and meet mine. She looks gorgeous like this—her face flushed, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her br**sts quickly rising and falling. Sliding one finger lower, I enter her slowly, studying her expression. She’s so tight and wet that my already-hard dick jumps, wanting to see for itself what she would feel like wrapped around it.
“Oh God, Nico,” she moans, her eyes closing again.
I start to move my finger a little quicker, and then I add another one, using my thumb to press and roll her clit. When I suck her nipple into my mouth, she cries out as her pu**y pulls my fingers deeper, her body grinding down on my hand before shaking and going limp.
“Holy cow,” she breathes, opening her eyes.
I lean forward to kiss her, my fingers still between her legs moving in slow stokes. I gently pull my fingers out before bringing them to my mouth, licking them clean and kissing her once again.
“You’re f**king beautiful, baby, but watching you get off is mind-blowing.”
Her head comes forward, her face going into my neck. I hold her for a few minutes, just enjoying her smell and the way she feels tucked next to me.
“I need to eat.” I watch her eyes heat. “Food, baby,” I tell her, smiling before fixing her shirt and pulling her out of bed.
“But…I want to touch you,” she says, tugging against my hand that’s pulling her towards the kitchen.
“You will, just not tonight,” I tell her, fighting my body for control.
“Why not?”
“I need to eat, and then tomorrow, we’re gonna have a busy day when I introduce you to my family, so we’ll need a good night’s sleep.”
“I’m not ready,” she whimpers, and I just shake my head, guiding her down the hall.
“I’m done talking about this. You’re going to meet my family,” I state.
“But—”
“No buts, baby. It’s past time.” I lead her into the kitchen, where I heat the food she left out for me for the second time. She watches quietly; I can see the wheels in her head spinning. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I can’t meet your family,” she says quietly.
“Yes, you can, and you are going to.”
“What if I have a breakdown or something?”
“I’ll be there with you,” I say, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Your family will think I’m nuts.” She shakes her head.