Hayden
I wake up the next morning wrapped in Gaz’s arms. They’re strong, and he’s holding me tightly against himself, but I’m not scared. I don’t feel nervous or afraid. I just feel cared for.
“Good morning,” he says.
“Hi,” I wiggle around to look at him. We slept with my back to his chest. I’m a little surprised I managed to sleep like that all night. Considering that I’ve slept alone my entire life, sleeping with someone wasn’t as difficult as I expected it would be.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Hard,” I admit. “Usually I wake up a couple of times during the night, but I didn’t last night.”
“Nightmares?”
“Sometimes.”
“I’m glad you slept well. I did, too.”
“You look surprised about that,” I smile.
“I’m not used to sleeping with someone.”
“You don’t let your girlfriends sleep over?” I ask.
“You know I haven’t had a girlfriend since I left home,” he tells me.
“But you’ve slept with people.”
“Most adults have,” Gaz says. “Does that bother you? That I have a past?”
“Not really. Maybe it should, but I think there are worse things in life than dating someone who knows his way around a woman’s body.”
“Are we dating, then?” He smiles, and I playfully slap his chest.
“We did say those three little words.”
“I meant them, Hayden.”
“I meant them, too.”
Gaz kisses me, but then he pulls away and climbs out of bed.
“I would love to stay here all day with you,” he tells me. “But sadly, duty calls.”
“Time to deal with Trevor,” I say knowingly.
“Sadly,” he says.
“Do you want to take a shower with me before you go?” I ask quietly. My words are so quiet I’m almost certain he won’t hear me, but he does. Gaz’s eyes flash purple, and then back to their usual bright blue. Is that an Orchidian thing?
“Are you sure you’re ready for that? There’s nothing wrong if you aren’t, Hayden.”
“Don’t treat me like I’m delicate just because of yesterday,” I tell him boldly. “I got nervous, I admit, but I’m okay, Gaz. I’m stronger than you think.”
“You’re a fortress, Hayden. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known, and then he kisses me. “But if we’re going to take a shower, we need to get you out of your pajamas.”
I look down at my clothes. I changed last night before we climbed into bed together. Gaz, on the other hand, was perfectly comfortable sleeping in his underwear.
“Okay,” I tell him. “Are you going to help me?”
“Of course,” he says, and he starts to tug my tank top up. He pulls it over my head, and then smiles when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. “Look at you, Hayden. Look how pretty your breasts are. I always knew they’d be beautiful.” He reaches for me and palms my breasts, and I bite back a moan.
“I thought you’d like them.”
“I do. They’re fantastic, but you’re still wearing too many clothes.” He kisses my mouth and moves slowly down my neck to my breasts. He kisses each of my nipples, but then continues to kiss and lick his way down my belly. When Gaz reaches my soft pants, he grins before taking the fabric between his teeth and tugging down, down, down.
And then I am naked before him.
He smiles up at me.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says, as if confirming something he already knew. Gaz looks up at me and our eyes lock. I nod, slowly, and he leans forward and begins to lick me. He starts at my ankles and slowly moves up my body, teasing me. I lean back and close my eyes, just focusing on the sensations.
“You taste delicious,” he murmurs, kissing my skin.
“Sweet.”
Kiss.
“Perfect.”
Kiss.
“Delicate.”
Kiss.
“Mine.”
And then he reaches the top of my thighs, and he starts to kiss me there.
“Gaz!” I reach for his hair, opening my eyes. “I’ve never…”
“I know, darling,” he looks up at me. “I’m going to be your first.”
“I’m nervous.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t know…” I shake my head. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I’m suddenly so nervous. “What if I don’t taste good?”
“Is that what you’re scared of?” He laughs. The sound fills the room and then he bites my thigh playfully.
“Hey!”
“You are perfect. Don’t you worry about the fact that you taste like a woman, baby. I fucking love it.”
Then he starts licking me, and licking me, and licking me, and suddenly, I wonder what the hell I was so nervous about.
This?
This is what I’ve been missing out on?
Seriously, this feeling is incredible, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before. Every so often, Gaz stops kissing and licking me to tell me how delicious I am, to whisper how much he loves me, to promise me he doesn’t want to be anywhere else but right here with me.
And when I finally reach the orgasm Gaz is offering me, it crashes over me like a storm of pleasure. Thunder and lightning fills my veins as I arch my back off the bed and cry out his name.
Gaz.
Gaz.
Gaz.
I love you.