Free Unbreakable by Rebecca Shea

as he turns toward me, pulling me into an embrace. Clinging to him, I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest.
    Urging me down to my back, he holds my head in both of his hands. His eyes are intense, but full of concern. “Are you sure? You will never get this back,” he whispers. It comforts me to know that he is concerned about me and my feelings.
    My heart is racing, and I can feel my pulse in my ears. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. I love you,” I say, closing my eyes, a small tear escaping. Hovering over me, he wipes that stray tear then tugs at the small knot in the towel that was holding it closed. The towel falls open and lies on either side of me. With a sharp inhale, I watch him slowly taking in the sight of me fully naked. Instinctively, I lay my arm across my stomach, and as quickly as I move it there, he pushes it away.
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his fingers trailing over my soft stomach. Closing my eyes, I feel his lips meet mine and begin their slow assault on me, moving to my neck, and down to my chest, finding my nipples. Savoring the feel of his lips moving across my skin that new found warmth spreads over my entire body again.
    His tongue slowly moves around my nipple, and he takes his time slowly alternating between each one. That intense heat between my legs is back, causing me to squirm lightly beneath him.
    “Are you ok?” he asks, looking up at me. Nodding to him, he continues working my left nipple with his tongue, while pinching my other nipple. Using his knees, he gently coaxes my thighs apart, and I feel his right hand move to my hip before continuing inward to my inner thigh. He circles his fingers on my thigh, causing my body to shake slightly from his touch. Settling himself between my legs, he allows me to get comfortable with his exploration.
    His fingers trail upward, moving slowly to my center, until he finds me, separating the soft skin he had been caressing just minutes ago in the shower. At first a gasp, but then small moan escapes me, as he rubs gently—slowly.
    “You’re so wet,” he says as his fingers continue rub me lightly back and forth. I fight with my legs to keep them open as they instinctively want to close. I have never let a man touch me like this before, and while it feels amazing, I’m nervous. I can feel a pressure building in my lower abdomen, a sensation that causes me to catch my breath as the intensity comes and goes with each stroke. Pushing my legs further apart, he positions himself lower, kissing my inner thigh, removing his fingers from me and replacing it with his tongue.
    “You ok?” He asks me again. My breaths are shallow, my nipples are firm, and my legs are still shaking, but I’m able to muster out a simple, “Yes.”
    “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
    “No. Don’t.”
    I think he chuckles, but suddenly I feel his tongue on me with one long stroke. I gasp loudly this time at the feel of his tongue as he licks me up and down. It’s soft, yet rough. Gentle yet firm. It is when he finds that small patch of nerves that he gently sucks on that almost sends me over, and my legs begin shaking even more.
    “Gabe,” I whisper as I raise my hips and arch my back at the feel of his tongue. “Oh, God,” I breathe out, my hips continuing to roll with the movement of his tongue. My hands find his head, and I grab onto his short hair as his tongue continues to push me further to the edge. My inner thighs are shaking as he holds them open; I’ve never experienced pleasure like this.
    My heart is racing, my body is covered in goose bumps, and I feel that tremble in my abdomen building.
    “Are you still okay?” he asks, pausing.
    “Yes,” is all I can muster. I feel him slip one finger into me, and I gasp at the pressure, clenching around his finger.
    “You’re so tight. Try to relax,” he says, as I nod my head so he knows I’ve heard him. His thumb is rubbing and gently applying pressure directly