Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

still too timid to go for what she wants. I peel open her shirt again, reveling in
her naked skin, and then I sit up, carefully and quietly pulling my top off over
my head.
I drop my shirt, watching Clay watch me, her eyes trailing over my body.
I know she’s seen me naked, and I’ve seen her, but not like this. This is for
us.
Sitting up, she holds my waist and looks up into my eyes, the heat of her
breath falling on my chest.
“I’m still scared,” she whispers.
I stroke her hair. “Me too.”
I peel off her shirt, both of us glancing at Krisjen and Amy again.
Still no movement.
We should go into the bathroom. We should just wait until I have her in
my room or me in hers, and there’s no risk.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I’ll stop whenever you want. We don’t have to do
anything.”
“I’m afraid I’ll feel different,” she tells me as I run my hand up and down
her stomach, squeezing her breast gently.
She means she’s worried she’ll feel badly about it afterward.
It’s easy for women to feel shame about sex. We’re good at feeling dirty
for things that should be natural. She’s afraid she’ll feel wrong. That
something will change and the knowledge of who she was will be lost. It
hurts a little.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I gaze down at
her. “Sex is a big deal.”
“I didn’t think it would be.”
“Why?”
“With you, I mean,” she says. “I thought…”
“You thought it wouldn’t be real.”
Because I’m a fetish.
She gazes up at me, and I move to climb off her, but she grabs my thighs,
keeping me there.
“I thought it wouldn’t matter,” she murmurs. “It does. I want you so
badly, and I’m scared it won’t stop, Liv.”
My insides flip, and I push her back down to the bed, her skin on mine as
I cup her face.
She stares into my eyes, and then…her legs fall open, and I nestle