Gaz
I drop her on my hoverbed and climb up beside her.
“Nice bed,” she smiles, running her hands over me. She kisses me more and I close my eyes, enjoying the moment. We’ve both been waiting for this moment for so long that I’m worried any miscalculation, any mistake, will ruin the aura of perfection.
“We can take this slowly,” I promise her again.
“Gaz, I love you, and I know you’re just trying to protect me, but I don’t need slow right now.”
“No?” I’m not convinced, but she shakes her head.
“When LeBlaie took me all those years ago, he stole something precious from me, Gaz. Yeah, he took my virginity, but he took something else. He took my innocence. He robbed me of my ability to view myself as a sexual creature without worrying about what he did to me. He stole that, Gaz. He took that from me.”
I know my eyes are narrowing, and I’m growing angry because I’m pissed. I’m hurt. I’m devastated for my sweet Hayden. No woman should be introduced to sex in such a violent and terrible way. No woman should be crushed like that.
Sex is supposed to be fun and exciting and interesting. Oh, sex can be kinky and dirty and naughty. Sex can include spankings and handcuffs and blindfolds, but it doesn’t have to, and even if it does, it shouldn’t be scary.
It should never be scary.
Hayden should never have experienced fear in conjunction with sex.
“But Gaz, you’ve given me a second chance,” she continues, and she reaches for me. I lean into Hayden’s touch and for just a moment, I feel completely at peace. I feel young again. I feel like this is the first time.
We’re both broken and jaded in our own ways, but right now, Hayden is offering me something precious and valuable. She’s offering me her trust, and I will never break that. I will never hurt her.
“And Gaz, today, it’s like,” she shrugs, and just smiles. Her smile is so bright it lights the whole room and my whole damn heart. “It’s like it’s a second chance, baby. Just you and me, Gaz. That’s all I ever want. You and me, and this moment,” she kisses me, and I kiss her back, and just like that, I’m ready to lose myself in Hayden.
I’m ready to lose myself in the most beautiful girl in the world.
Slowly, I run my hands over her body.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says. “Talk to me, Gaz.”
“I can do that, princess.”
“What do you think when you look at me?”
“Well,” I stroke her clothed breasts softly. “I think you’re beautiful, and sweet, and completely perfect for me.”
She laughs. “I like it. What else? Tell me more.”
“I think you have the perfect breasts, Hayden. They’re the most perfect ones in the whole damn world.”
“I don’t know if that’s true, but I’ll take it. Maybe you should look at them now, and double check.”
I chuckle and help her out of her dress. I toss it to the floor and look at her soft, sweet body. She’s wearing pink panties with a matching bra, and I touch the bra carefully.
“Yep,” I tell her. “They look pretty perfect to me.”
“I like them, too.”
“And your skin,” I tell her.
“What about it?”
“It’s soft, and you always smell so sweet.”
“I can be a little naughty.”
“When you want to be,” I agree. “But I think you’re mostly sweet. You’re nicer than naughty.”
“More, Gaz,” she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the pillow. “Tell me more.”
I run my hands down her belly and trace the top of her panties with my fingers.
“I think you have a sweet, beautiful pussy, Hayden.”
“It sounds so bad when you say it like that.”
“How should I say it?”
“I like it,” she confirms. “It’s just bad. Naughty.”
“I’m going to be a lot naughtier than this, pretty girl.”
Hayden bites her lips and wiggles a little, and I chuckle, but keep exploring her body. I know she feels like she’s in a hurry, but there’s nothing wrong with slowing down a little bit. We aren’t in any sort of rush. We have the rest of the day to explore one another. We have the rest of our lives to get this perfect.
Normally, when I make love to a woman, things are passionate and hard and fast. With Hayden, I’m taking my time. With her, I want to savor every second we’re together. I want to memorize every inch of her body so that even when we’re apart, I can close my eyes and see her.
I run my hands down the outside of her legs and back up. I touch her ankles and her calves. I kiss her thighs. I run my lips over Hayden’s hips and back up to her breasts. Then I settle in, kissing her neck, kissing her mouth.
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. Now she touches me, running her own hands over my clothes.
“You’re so…hard,” she breathes out.
“What do you mean?”
“Your body,” she chuckles. “It’s so much harder than mine, so much firmer. Like, seriously, Gaz, how much do you work out?”
I laugh. Most of the Sapphiran men I meet are much larger than me, physically, but I’m still so much bigger than delicate little Hayden.
“A lot, actually. I have to keep up with the Sapphiran guys and it’s not as easy as it looks.”
“It doesn’t look easy.”
“It’s not.”
“Take your clothes off,” she says. “Please. I want to watch.”
I climb off the bed and slowly begin to undress while Hayden looks at me. Her gaze is curious and excited. She’s eager and interested, and it’s a strange, but welcome feeling.
She’s not the type of woman who wants to rush through sex and just get it over with. Hayden likes to analyze, just as I do, and as I see her eyes roam over my body, it makes me feel decidedly masculine.
Once I’m completely naked, she grins and crooks her finger at me.
“Come here, naughty boy,” she says. “I’m ready for you.”