Her lips trailed down my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Each kiss was gentle. Almost reverent. The complete opposite of Cassidy's aggressive claiming, but somehow just as effective at making my heart rate spike.
"Let me take care of you. Please? I'm really good at it. I make amazing waffles. And I give great hugs. And I..." She paused, and when she spoke again her voice had dropped into something warmer. More intimate. "I can do other things too. Things that would make you feel really, really good."
Her hand slid between us and wrapped around me, and the gentle stroke she gave was nothing like Cassidy's aggressive intensity or Sabrina's patient exploration. It was tender. Loving. The touch of someone who wanted to give pleasure more than receive it.
"Is this okay? Tell me if this is okay. I want to make you happy, Isaiah. That's all I ever want."
I grabbed her wrist to stop the movement before I lost the ability to think entirely.
"Stop."
