"We'll find out together," he says. "Trust me to take care of you."
He leans forward and kisses me, slow and deep, and I feel the tension in my body start to ease.
His hands move to my waist, and he guides me back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he says.
I nod, my heart racing.
He starts at my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin, then moves to my shoulders. His lips are warm and gentle, and I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation.
He kisses down my chest, then across to the curve of my breast. His mouth is reverent, careful, like I'm something precious.
When his lips close around my nipple through the fabric of my shirt, I gasp.
"You're so beautiful," he says.
I don't feel beautiful. I feel damaged, broken, like something that's been used and discarded.
But the way he touches me, the way he kisses me, makes me wonder if maybe I can be beautiful again.
I then feel his hands sliding up my thighs.
"Can I take these off?" he asks, his fingers hooking into my waistband.
I hesitate for a moment, but then I nod.
He slides them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he tosses them aside.
His hands push my thighs apart gently, and he leans down, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh.
The sensation makes me gasp, and I feel my body responding, heat pooling low in my belly.
He kisses higher, closer, and then his mouth is on me.
I moan, my back arching off the bed.
His tongue is warm and wet, and he licks me slowly, like he's savoring every second.
"Adi," I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets.
He doesn't stop. He just keeps going, his tongue working me over, sliding up and down and in and out of me.
I start to squirm, and his hands grip my thighs to hold me in place.
The pleasure builds almost instantly. It's been a long time, and I feel like I'm going to explode.
"Adi, I can't. I don't know if I can..."
"All you have to do is try, my angel," he says against my skin, and then his mouth is back on me, his tongue circling my clit, flicking, driving me higher.
I take deep breaths, forcing myself to focus on him, his tongue. I tell myself to relax and let go. I'm safe with him.
Once my headspace is solid, I feel every muscle in my body start to tense up. My toes start to tingle, and for a split second, I feel like I'm on fire.
The pleasure rushes over me, and I bite my lip to hold in a scream. I grab the back of his head, and he takes that as a sign to move faster.
My legs start to shake, and my eyes roll back. I tense up, and then I shatter.