Cyrus stroked her a little harder, pushing in a little more until he felt the wet silk under his fingertips. He looked down at her, and at his own hand touching her. He’d never seen anything that turned him on so much as her beautiful thighs wide for him and his fingertips on her. He wanted to push in and push in deep, but he also wanted to save that for later. And he didn’t want to push Paulina too far. They were just getting started, after all. They had their whole lives to make love every which way they wanted to.

He turned his head and saw Paulina was watching the show, too, watching his hand touching her. Her eyes were wide, full of wonder. He knew how she felt. This woman, her love for him…what a wonder.

Cyrus kissed her once more on the forehead and she turned her mouth to his mouth for another kiss. He gave it to her. And when the kiss broke, he moved down the bed.

He started on her lower stomach, wanting to ease her into it. Not that it was any chore to kiss her stomach, that smooth dark skin and the muscles quivering underneath. Here she smelled like mint, clean and delicious, and he wondered if it was her soap or her lotion or just the natural scent of her skin. Whatever it was, he couldn’t stop breathing her in and in, deep into his lungs.

Slowly, he kissed a path to her left hip and lingered there a while, kissing the curve of the hipbone where it met the top of her thigh. All the while, Paulina kept her hands on his shoulders, not to stop him or push him away, but just to touch him, he could tell. Just to keep the contact between them.

He dipped his head and kissed her inner thigh. New sensations here…even silkier, even warmer, with scents more delicious than Christmas. She was turned on and wet and he could smell it, almost taste it. And almost wasn’t enough.

Cyrus turned his head and licked her. A little quick flick of the tongue, but it was enough to get a gasp out of Paulina.

She laughed at her own gasp. “Sorry,” she said, breathless.

“Don’t be sorry for anything,” he said. “Not a thing, ever.”

He really didn’t know what he was talking about because he was out of his mind, more or less. Impossible to think straight lying between the two most beautiful thighs in all God’s creation. He took those thighs in his hands and pushed them wide enough he could get down to work. Up on his elbows, he stroked the soft folds of her vagina again, opening her up like he’d dreamed about doing every day since the day she first let him kiss her.

Cyrus’s self-control was starting to crack. He didn’t want to go all in while Paulina was shaking like a leaf, but there was a good chance she was shaking from need, not fear. She had plenty of practice telling him to stop or slow down, but now she was saying nothing, only breathing short hard breaths. He told himself the second she said “back off,” he would back off…but since she wasn’t saying anything, he went in.