My hands shook with nerves as I trailed them over her softness. Even in these past months as I enjoyed her body beneath my hands I wasn’t this nervous. Because I knew that I could only go so far.
But now, now that she was laid out before me and there was nothing stopping me from taking her, I didn’t know where to begin. I trailed a finger down her middle slowly, until fine goose pimples appeared on her flesh and her nipples stood upright as if begging for my mouth.
With my tongue I tasted the very tip of one before sucking it into my mouth. I let my hands travel her body slowly, building the heat inside her the way I’d learned how.
And when my fingers found the wet silk between her thighs, all my angst just drifted away as she opened for me, letting me take her with my fingers.
I’d stayed away from this part of her before, afraid of hurting her so soon after she bore my child, and so she was still tight around my fingers as I slid them slowly, gently, in and out of her.