Don't Be Scared

"What, you want me to fuck you with my eyes closed in the dark?"

"I was hoping for dark, at least," I admitted, not looking him in the eyes. "Or covers."

"Hey," he said, leaning back a little, "I'm just as naked as you are."

All of a sudden, I felt like I couldn't stare. I registered that he was still on his side, with one leg flat on the bed and one bent at the knee, with his head propped up by his elbow, but I looked away before my eyes wandered over to his package. I wanted desperately to look.

"You're allowed to look." It was as if he could read my mind.

Biting my lip, I let my eyes flick downward for just a split second before looking away again. I registered that he hadn't shaved, but that's all. He laughed a little, but I just smiled uncomfortably.

"I guess I'm just too proud, huh?"

"I don't know."

"Mykie?" He took my chin in his hand and tilted my head so I was looking him in the eye. "What's the matter?"

I looked away again. "Nothing."

"No, look at me. What's wrong?"

"I'm just... Scared."

"Of what?"

"Scared that you won't love me if you... See me. Scared I'm gonna fuck up."

"What's to fuck up? Don't be scared," he whispered, kissing my ear. "You know me. You know me so well, and we love eachother. You don't need to be afraid."

He spread my legs, running his hand up and down my inner thigh. It was going so fast, I couldn't even think, I just let him do what he wanted. His hand crept higher and higher until I felt his fingertips at my opening. Without any ceremony, he pushed his middle finger up inside me, curving it to catch my g-spot. I gasped and my legs twitched.

"Oh, my God--" I grabbed his wrist.

"Shh..." he pulled my hand away and kissed the palm, as he pushed his finger in and out. "Hey. Be still."

"Yeah..."