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in the middle of the room, right in front of the king-size bed that I picked out with the plush white carpet under my feet. I step up to him now as he looks around my room. A room I took my time picking things out for, secretly hoping for this moment right here. The whole back wall is white rustic wood. A wooden stepladder leans against the side wall with five blankets hanging from it. "I’m nervous," I admit, looking down, trying to calm my nerves down.

He shakes his head, coming to me, and when I look up at him, he pushes my hair behind my ears. "My palms are all sweaty," he admits and picks up one of my hands and places it on the middle of his chest. "I feel like my heart is going to rip through my chest." His heartbeat matches my own. "I’m afraid," he admits, his voice low. "I’m afraid I’m going to get a taste of you and then…" He looks down now, and his heartbeat speeds up. "I’m so afraid it’ll be the happiest day of my life, and then in a blink of an eye, it’ll be gone."

"Don’t let me go," I say, and I’m secretly begging him to never let me go. "I’m not going anywhere," I let him know, and he puts his thumb on the side of my face. He leans his face down, and his lips hover over mine. My whole body shivers from his touch, my stomach flutters just knowing he’s going to kiss me any minute. He turns his head to the side just a bit and slips his tongue into my mouth. My hand moves from the middle of his chest to wrap around his waist. I kiss him with everything I have. We kiss each other softly, our hands pushing ourselves even closer. My fingers roam from his hips to the hem of his T-shirt, slipping under it, and he lets go of my lips to put his head back. I lift his shirt now over his chest. I’ve seen and touched his chest before now, but something about touching him now makes my body come alive. "I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, my hands going to the bandage.

"You could never hurt me," he says. I bend forward and kiss him in the middle of his chest where his heart is beating erratically. "Chelsea,” he whispers my name, and I turn, going to the bed.

"Will you lie with me?" I stand by the bed, waiting for him to come to me. He walks over and puts his knee on my bed and pulls me with him. He lies in the middle of the bed, and I get on the bed beside him. With my hand on his chest, he leans up and kisses my neck, sucking it. My hand roams as his kiss goes from my neck to my ear. I turn now as he takes my mouth again. The kiss is stronger than before as he turns us both on our sides now. Our chests are pressed together just for a minute before he puts me on my back. My legs open for him to fit between.

He lets go of my lips as he trails kisses all the way from my cheek to my neck, my back arches when I think he’s going to cup my breast. I moan out in frustration when I can’t feel his kisses anymore. My eyes flutter open as I look down at him, pulling up the shirt, and then he bends his head and kisses the side of my stomach. "Every single inch of you," he says, "is going to be kissed by me." My hand comes up and goes into his hair as he pulls the shirt higher. He moves his kisses to my ribs as his tongue slips out now and slowly licks all the way up. My nipples are already hard, waiting for him.

"Mayson,” I pant out his name, my whole fucking body on edge. I just need to feel his skin on mine.

I need him to just rip my shirt off. He finally pushes it up, exposing my baby blue lace bra, which leaves nothing to the imagination. "Fuck," he hisses, cupping one of them while he bends to take the nipple in his mouth right through the lace.

I watch him move from one to the other and then slowly trace the top of my breast with his fingers before slipping them in and finally touching my nipple. He pushes the bra down and then slips his head down. Taking the nipple between his teeth, he bites softly, the pleasure shooting straight to my stomach and all the way to my core. "You’re fucking perfect," he says, and my eyes close now as he moves from one nipple to the other. I’m on edge, and he hasn’t even taken my shirt off.

"I need to feel you,” I say, and he just looks at me. "Your skin on mine," I finally say and sit up, pulling my shirt over my head and grabbing the bra at the same time. I lean in, kissing his chest, and I see his stomach sink in a bit. My hands stop moving. "Is this okay?"

"It’s more than okay," he says. "It’s just," he starts to say. "I’m trying really hard not to," he says as my hands go from his chest to his neck, "lose control."

"Why?" I ask him.

"Because," he says softly. "I want to take my time with you. Savor you." He kisses my lips, his tongue sliding onto mine but with more need. I lie down, and he sinks onto me, his chest on mine. My legs wrap around his hips as my pussy lines up with his cock. I move my hips brazenly, and he lets go of my lips to hiss out.

"Did I hurt you?" I ask worriedly.

"No." He shakes his head. "But if you do that one more time,

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