Captured(65)

“Reagan?”

I never looked away from him, never moved my eyes from his, but I was lost for a moment, drifting in my thoughts. His chest presses to mine, my boobs flattened against his chest. I sweep my palms over the backs of his shoulders, wait for him to speak. He’s thinking, summoning words. And I need to know what he’s going to say.

I won’t admit to it first, because if I never say it and it turns out he doesn’t want what I want, doesn’t feel it, too, then I can bury it deep and cover it with miles of dirt, erect the walls of solitude once more.

I’m swallowing hard against my fear, searching his eyes, waiting.

“Reagan, I’ve—I’ve never felt…like this before.” He draws a deep breath and lets it out. “I don’t know, I’m not sure if you felt…if you’re feeling what I am. Maybe I’m imagining all this.”

I breathe out a disbelieving laugh. “Derek, god. Look into my eyes, look at me, really look at me, and tell me you don’t see it. Tell me you don’t feel it coming from me.”

He laughs, too. “I see it, Reagan. But I’m scared I’m imagining it. And…I’m not sure I know what to do with it.” He hesitates, struggles. Opens his mouth, closes it.

Gently, gingerly, tenderly, sweetly, I kiss him. Slow, shallow, encouraging. Break away with a sighed breath. He lets out a laugh, a small, unsure, boyish sound. Derek ducks his head and touches his forehead to mine and breathes in. Deep, sucking in a huge lungful of air. I’m on my back, staring up at him, and I can’t help it, can’t help letting my hands cup his backside, closing my eyes briefly in pleasure at the cool, taut hardness, how perfect it feels in my hands. His hair hangs across one eye, and I brush it away with a finger and return my hand to his ass.

“Reagan…god. Why is this so hard?” He lifts his head, his eyes roaming, searching, wavering. He swallows and sighs, tries again. “I’ve never loved anyone before, Reagan. I don’t know how.”

“You’re doing just fine so far,” I tell him. “And I don’t know what to do next, either. So let’s just…figure it out together.”

“Together.”

“Together.”

He collapses onto me, making me oof from his weight, and we laugh together as he rolls with me so I’m crooked into his shoulder. I crawl up against him, nestle every part of my body against his, draping my leg over his thigh so my core is brushing against his leg, my arm across his torso, hand resting low on his belly, just above his crotch, my breast smooshed against his ribcage.

“You really want that with me? Whatever this is?” He sounds more confident, but still a little disbelieving.

“Yes! Yes, I do. I really do.” I kiss his collarbone, the only place I can reach without moving. And I’m so, so content right now I don’t want to move.

Our breathing slows, and we sleep.





CHAPTER 16





REAGAN





Waking up is bliss. It’s a slow rise to the surface. I’m warm, cocooned in softness. I send out tendrils of awareness, and almost sigh in relief as I feel Derek behind me. I am held. I let myself drowse back under, warm and content.

Float.

Not quite awake, not asleep.

I have a smile on my lips, let it play wider and wider as I get closer and closer to being fully awake. Take stock: I’m a little sore between my legs, but that’s a really good thing. I’m on my left side, facing the window. Sunlight streams in through my open window, bathing my eyelids in a yellow glow. Derek is behind me, snoring softly. I’m curled up, his knees nestled against mine. I can feel his dick between my ass cheeks, and I like that. I also like his hand low across my belly, his wrist resting on my hipbone.

I feel him take a deep breath and let it out, wiggle a little. He’s waking up, I think. I keep still and silent and wait, content in his arms, loving the feeling of being spooned. As I open my eyes, squint against the light, watch a sparrow hop on a branch of the oak tree outside my window, I feel Derek stirring.

His hand is the first thing to move, sliding up my stomach. He’s still mostly asleep, I can tell, but he finds my boobs anyway, cups one, and holds it. I smile wider at the feel of his palm on my tit, scratching my nipple. I close my eyes and just sink into sensation. Enjoy the feel of his broad hard body behind me, sheltering me. His hand, sleepily holding me.

He stretches, and I hear him swallow, murmur, moan muzzily.

Oh, my. Something else is waking up. Thickening, hardening, spreading my buttocks apart as it burgeons fully erect. And just like that, I’m wet between my legs, biting my lip and wiggling my butt against his front. Sliding his girth between my cheeks, exploring the feel of it. Wondering how it would feel to let him touch me back there. Let him inside me back there. Still a scary thought, but not so much as before. I like this, after all, his cock between my ass cheeks, sliding, gliding. I angle forward on the bed, tilt my hips back toward him, and now, Jesus, now his thick massive hardness is brushing right against my rear hole. Oh, god. That’s nice. Really nice. Really good.

“Fuuuuuuuuck, Reagan…” he groans, his voice sleep-thick. “What a way to wake up.”

“Unhhhh…” is all I can manage to say.

His voice is at my ear, waking up now, whispering. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Reagan? You want that. You know you want it.”