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After our workout, I guided her to my shower and we slowly washed each other as we had for the last few nights. She was more at ease with my body now, even when it was in an aroused state. This morning, I wanted it to be about her.

As I had last night, I pressed her up against the tiles of the shower. Water beat down all around us and pebbled on her pale skin.

Her mouth opened eagerly to me as I kissed her and pressed my body against her, letting her feel just how excited she’d made me. I was glad this didn’t scare her anymore. Her trust in me was beyond my comprehension at times. She moaned into my mouth as my hands palmed her breasts and began lifting and tugging on them. The tips of her nipples hardened and she gasped as I took them between my thumb and forefinger and twisted. “How does that feel, Brianna?”

“I don’t . . . I don’t know,” she said, her breathing heavy.

I did it again, slightly harder this time. “Does it feel good? Bad? Do you feel anything between your legs or in your lower belly when I do it?”

“In my belly. It . . . it feels . . . heavy?” 

I smiled and went back to kissing her and playing with her breasts. She was soon panting and grasping at my shoulders. Good. That was just where I wanted her.

Slowly, I drifted my right hand down her front, over her stomach, and slid between her legs. The moment my fingers touched her swollen flesh, I felt her tense and whimper.

I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against hers. “Focus on me. I’m not going to hurt you. I want to make you feel good.” Her lips were pressed together, causing her nostrils to flare with her exaggerated breathing. “Trust me,” I whispered.

She didn’t move for ten very long seconds before taking a deep breath and nodding. 

I gave her a quick kiss, thanking her, before continuing to massage her breast with my left hand, molding it, kneading it, and every so often tugging at its hardened tip. I wanted to kiss her again, but I needed to see her eyes. She seemed to do much better with new things if she was consciously aware it was me and no one else.

When she was back to breathing heavily again, I began moving my right hand in tiny circles on the inside of her thigh. In small increments, I edged closer to her center, gauging her reaction. She tensed once again when I reached her moist flesh, but after gazing into my eyes for a moment, relaxed slightly. I knew it was taking effort on her part, and I wanted to reward her for her trust.

Unlike some of the previous times when I’d touched her, she was moist today with more than just water. I could feel her juices coating my hand. Imagining pushing my fingers inside her and feeling that moisture covering them made my penis bob against her thigh, and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself.

With her lubrication on my fingertips, I searched out her clit and began my mission. It was still hidden behind its hood, probably from her tensing up, but it didn’t take much coaxing for it to come out to play. 

“Oh,” she said, in surprise, her eyes wide as they stared into mine.

“Does that feel good?” I asked as I continued to rub little circles.

“Yes.” Her voice was faint and her blue eyes were nearly glowing with the sensations she was feeling. 

I could tell by her reactions that this was another first for her, and that filled me with a completely different kind of pride.

“Hold on to my arms and relax. Just
feel
. I promise you it will be good.” She nodded, and her fingers dug into my biceps as I continued to pleasure her.

It didn’t take long before her legs started to quiver and she began gasping for air. Her face flushed a lovely shade of pink, and it spread down her neck to her chest and over her breasts. It was stunning.

One of the most beautiful sounds in the world started low in her chest, building until it ripped from her throat and she screamed through her orgasm. I had never seen anything like it, and I knew I wanted to see it again and again. I never wanted to stop giving this woman pleasure.

When she came down from her high, I turned off the shower, carried her out, and dried her off before taking her to my bed, where I held onto her until she fell asleep.

Brianna

My head was foggy as I started to wake up. The first thing I noticed was that I had tucked my head into Stephan’s shoulder, and his arms wrapped loosely around me. I blinked several times before finally opening my eyes to the bright sunlight that filled his room. His clock was on his nightstand behind me, but based on the harsh light streaming into his room and the growling in my stomach, it had to be afternoon.

    Stephan’s breathing was deep and even in his sleep, and I liked feeling the solidness of his chest moving beneath my cheek. We were still in the towels from our shower. Mine was wrapped around my torso, covering my breasts. Well, mostly covering. The part nearest the mattress was pulled taut, exposing the top half. My nipple was starting to show. His towel only covered his waist, leaving his chest bare. My hand rested over the steady beat of his heart.

I closed my eyes and smiled. Today had to be the best day I could ever remember. My legs still felt heavy, and I’d never felt so relaxed. Was this why people were always talking about how great sex was?

My eyes drifted down to Stephan’s towel. I knew what lay underneath and it terrified me, but I could now honestly add curiosity to the mix. Sure, I’d been curious before, but that was more hypothetical; what was the big deal about sex? This felt different. I wasn’t so much curious about
sex
anymore, more like I was curious about sex with Stephan. Everything with him was different. Wouldn’t sex be, too?

I felt the uncertainty rise again, and I shivered. Arms tighten around me, and Stephan’s breathing changed. He was awake.

“Hello, my love.”

I looked up to see him smiling down at me. “Hello.” I smiled back.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, brushing the hair away from my face.

I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “My legs feel heavy.”

“Anything else?”

“I’m hungry.”

He chuckled. “I could eat as well.” His gaze drifted over my head. “It’s already one o’clock. Why don’t we make some salads to tide us over? Logan’s in town this weekend, and we’re meeting him and Lily for dinner at six.”

“We’re having dinner with Lily?”

“And Logan,” he added.

I pressed my lips together before I took a deep breath and nodded. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Logan, but he was a man, and Stephan was the only man I trusted.

“It’ll be fine. I won’t leave you alone with him if you aren’t comfortable, but I think it would be good for you to get to know him better. I told you how he and Lily met. He learned to be a Dom for her, and I thought you might have some questions that he could answer.”

I thought about that for a moment. “Because you want me to be your submissive.”

“Yes,” he said, kissing my forehead.

“Okay. I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”

Then he was kissing me in a way that had my body feeling warm all over again. My towel lost its last remaining hold on my breasts when he rolled over, pressing me into the mattress.

“I could kiss you all day, Brianna,” he said, as his lips released my mouth and trailed down my neck. I loved when he kissed me, so I couldn’t disagree. 

“We need to get up, though,” he said, reluctantly pulling away. 

I saw his eyes travel down my body, leaving me feeling exposed. I held my breath, waiting. 

Instead of touching me or kissing me again, he pushed himself up off the bed and stood, leaving his towel behind. His nakedness didn’t seem to bother him. It never did. 

This time, as he walked away from me over to his closet, I thought about something Lily had asked me. She’d asked if I’d ever looked at Stephan as a man. I mean, I always
knew
he was a man—that was hard to miss—but seeing him now, her question took on another meaning. She was asking me if I was attracted to him.
Physically
.

“Go get dressed, Brianna. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, and we’ll get those salads.”

I jumped up from the bed and raced to my room, clutching my towel to my chest. I didn’t know the answers to so many things. I didn’t understand all these new feelings. Maybe it was good we were having dinner with Lily tonight. She’d be able to help me. She seemed to know everything I didn’t.

Five hours later, we sat at a table in a nice restaurant. It wasn’t as fancy as the one he’d taken me to where he’d ordered the duck, but it was still nice. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the table. Whenever he’d taken me out in the past, we’d usually sat in a booth. He was right beside me. Of course, he was beside me now, too, but there was space between us.

The table was in the back so there were fewer around us, but it was still busy. My gaze kept darting around every time someone moved or their silverware made a loud noise. I was jumpy and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t been out with him before. 

I nearly fell out of my seat when his hand covered mine. 

“What’s wrong?”

My eyes met his as I held onto his hand. I took a deep breath and tried to figure out why I was having this reaction. The only thing that made sense was that he’d been too far away. As he held my hand, I felt myself calming.

“This is the first time we’ve been at a table.” At his confused look, I knew I had to try to explain better. “Before we’ve always been in a booth. You were close. I could touch you.”

He squeezed my hand gently. “I’m right here, even if I’m not always touching you.”

“I know,” I said, lowering my head.

“Eyes up,” he ordered. When I was looking at him again, his voice softened. “I know this is hard, Brianna, but you are going to have to learn how to be around people. I don’t know if it will ever be something you’ll be comfortable with, but it is something you have to learn to tolerate. That’s one of the reasons we’re having dinner out and not at home.” He released my hand, and brushed his knuckles against my collar. “Have you forgotten that I’m always with you?”

I shook my head. “No, Sir.”

He smiled, and ran the back of his hand along my cheek before returning it to his lap. I felt the loss of his touch immediately, but I felt better than I had before. He was right. I always had his collar. He was always with me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes, Logan and Lily were walking toward us. Logan arrived first with Lily standing just behind him to the right. Her head was bowed, but she was looking at me from beneath her lashes and smiling. It was then I realized it was the weekend and that she and Logan were
playing
. I hoped she’d be able to talk tonight.

“There you are,” Stephan said as Logan pulled out the chair beside me for Lily. I was glad we’d at least get to sit beside each other. I wasn’t sure how I would have done if I’d had to sit beside Logan. “I thought you’d gotten lost or something.”

Logan smiled. “No. Lily just had some trouble deciding what she was going to wear. Finally, I made the decision for her.”

“I’m glad you made it, then. I know how Lily is with her clothes.” Stephan winked at her and I saw her glare at him quickly before looking down again. 

I wasn’t sure how I felt about the exchange. Knowing they’d
played
together in the past still gave me a funny feeling I didn’t like. They seemed to have a connection I didn’t understand, and it frustrated me.

“Yes,” Logan said. “I see you and Brianna made it on time.” He looked at me, and I glanced down.

“Brianna isn’t obsessed with clothing, are you, Brianna?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well, maybe you can share that philosophy with Lily. I like her to look nice, but she tends to go overboard at times. Isn’t that right, Lily?” Logan asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

Then I saw him nod his head in my direction before turning back to Stephan. I didn’t hear what he said, though, because Lily edged her chair a little closer to me and whispered, “I’m glad I didn’t get myself into too much trouble tonight. I was hoping we could talk during dinner.”

“Do you . . . do you get in trouble a lot?”

“Sometimes.” She frowned. “Most of the time it’s about running late because I can’t find the right thing to wear. You’d think I’d be better at time management given what I do for a living, but there is always one more thing that needs to be done before I leave. Only seems to happen when he’s home, though. I guess I get distracted.” She giggled.

I thought about that, and I guessed it made sense. She was an event planner, so she was used to details.

“But enough about me,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “How are things going with you and Stephan?” I felt my cheeks heating again. She laughed. “That good, huh?”

“Yes, and . . . and I wanted to ask . . .” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Is it normal?”

“Is what normal?” she asked when I didn’t continue.

“To feel warm. And . . . jittery?”

She looked confused. I hated when I wasn’t explaining things well enough. “When do you feel warm and jittery?”

“When he holds me. When he kisses me. And . . . and when he . . . touches me,” I whispered the last part.