Chapter 33 I Wasn't Sure If Those Parts of Me Still Existed
Corran
I take the bottom of her tee in my hands. “Can I?”
April nods, and I take it away from her, discarding it. She isn’t wearing a bra, revealing herself to me. I lean back on my knee, my gaze wandering over her partially exposed body. My tongue sneaks along my upper lip. God, she’s stunning. Suddenly, she hides herself, feeling shy.
Why would she hide herself from me? She has no reason to. I take her hands and hold them at her sides. “Why are you trying to cover up?”
“Because I am nervous. No one has seen me naked in years. Things aren’t quite as flat and upright as they were back then.”
I suppress a laugh, not because she is self-conscious; that would make me a complete jackass, but because of the way she worded it.
“There is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful.” I smile and kiss her lips.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I refocus on what I am supposed to be doing before I overthink and change my mind. I don’t want to change my mind.
Starting from her lips, I descend her body, planting tender kisses on her breasts and teasing each nipple with my tongue. I wonder if I still have it. April lifts off the bed, moaning as I explore this new area, her skin warming beneath my lips—all promising signs. I look up to see her with eyes closed, head thrown back, still moaning. I smirk and keep tracing down her body. Her skin is soft and sweet, feeling wonderful against my lips.
I reach just above her hips and grasp the band of her shorts with my hands. As soon as I do, they begin to tremble.
“Corran, are you okay? I can feel your hands shaking,” she asks softly.
I glance up at her. “Yes, it is just nerves.”
“Corran, we can stop. It’s okay if you aren’t ready.”
“I am. I promise.”
I don’t want to stop. My doubts are taking over after so long. I want to make her feel good and not waste her time. She nods, and I continue. April lifts her hips, letting me remove them, and they join her top on the floor. The only thing between me and where I want to be is her black lace panties. I brush my fingers through the material, and the heat between her thighs radiates onto my fingers as she gasps loudly, arching into my hand.
“Corran, please?” she pleads, getting impatient.
I don’t waste another second. I take her panties off and throw them aside, leaving her naked. I take her in against for a minute before I dance my fingers over her folds, her arousal coating my fingers. I tease her clit with my thumb, and she grasps the bedding, whimpering.
I want to bury my face between her thighs, but I don’t think I’m ready for it. I can do just as well with my fingers.
“April?”
She opens her eyes and looks up at me. “Yes?”
“Would you be okay if I used only my fingers?”
I wish I wasn’t worried about these things. I long to reach out and let the passion between us ignite, but I can’t control myself. It’s a significant step for me—for April. I just hope it doesn’t negatively affect my performance.
“Yes, of course,” she answers without hesitation.
I tilt my head and press my lips against hers. Using my knee, I gently push her legs wider and run my fingers down her folds, pausing at her entrance to tease it with the tip of my fingers.
“You are so hot and wet,” I growl into the kiss.
“Yes, please do something about it,” she pleads, as she attempts to shift her hips to accommodate my fingers.
I need to stop teasing. I insert one finger effortlessly, then a second. April grips my fingers tightly, and I push them in further. I groan at her wetness surrounding me. God, I’ve missed this sensation with a woman. I love it when she’s soaked. I start slow and steady, not wanting to rush or get too rough since it has been so long.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, tracing my lips along her jawline.
“Yes, so good,” she exclaims, gyrating her hips against my fingers. “I need a bit more speed, Corran.”
As my lips explore wherever I can reach, I thrust more quickly and with a bit more roughness. She matches my pace. Her hips move in perfect harmony with each stroke of my fingers, crying out louder the longer I stay inside and the more intense I become.
I place my lips at her ear. “Do you like my fingers in your pussy, April?” I rasp.
Now, this is more like me. I am passionate and have a dirty mouth. I wasn’t sure whether those parts of me still existed.
“Yes, I do. I am already close, Corran," she pants, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I nip at her ear before I settle back on my knees, staring down at her as I continue to work my fingers. She looks sexy, all sweaty and squirming beneath me. There is nothing sexier than watching a woman orgasm. It is a huge turn-on for me. It always has been. With her eyes shut tight and her cheeks flushed, I smirk as she falls apart beneath me. I cover her little bundle of nerves with my thumb, applying pressure and circling. Her clit throbs against it.
“Oh God, yes, that’s it,” she squeals, her head falling back as her legs shake.
“Look at me,” I demand.
April softly opens her eyes to look at me, maintaining eye contact as I bring her to climax. She squeals my name, her eyes roll back, and she floods my fingers as she reaches an intense release, a puddle forming on the bed beneath her. I continue until she has no more to give. She goes limp, closes her eyes, and struggles to breathe.
I pop my fingers into my mouth, curious about her taste. I suck and moan. “Mmm, you taste good.”
Her eyes snap open and widen as she notices my fingers in my mouth, desire flickering in her beautiful eyes. I smirk, ensuring they're clean before pulling them out.
“Damn, that was good. I forgot how good a man’s touch felt,” she says between heavy breaths.
“I forgot how much I love pleasuring a woman and watching them come undone.”
I regret not using my mouth now, but who says the night has to end before I get the chance?
April props herself up on her elbows. “Now, I’m happy to return the favor.”
I don’t get the chance to speak because she sits up, presses her lips to mine, silencing me and blocking out any other thoughts. I don't know how my body will respond to April, but I have to find out.