"Let me?"
His hands smooth down my thighs and I feel him lift my shift, sliding it up. His palms skim over my skin, coming to rest on my bare hips, while his lips sear a path down my neck to my chest. I am barely aware of him pulling the shift off and him removing his pants until I feel the heat and friction of his skin on mine.
"Lycur..." A moment of panic flashes through me, when I realise I'm bare from the waist down — totally exposed and at his mercy. He continues kissing me, keeping me in the moment with him, slowly dispelling my hesitations. His hands are gentle as they smooth repeatedly over my sides, in teasing strokes.
“Are you OK? Tell me if you need me to slow down,” He murmurs, his mouth sucking the skin on my collarbone. I love the care he is showing. I nod back, my hand
