The satin sheet slid sensuously down over my skin. It brushed across my breasts, hardening my nipples and causing me to lick my lips. I wanted it to be David's fingers brushing across my nipples, not the sheet. He moved the sheet a little faster, tugging it lower over my abdomen revealing an area of my body that I was particularly self-conscious about.
Every fibre of my being screamed at me to stop him. To not let him see my flawed form. I didn't want him looking at my rounded tummy. I didn't feel it was worthy of his gaze. But almost as though he sensed my reluctance and fear he paused. His eyes travelled over my body. They started by holding my gaze and travelling down. His eyes lingered on my round, full breasts with their pink nipples fully erect and begging to be caressed.
But it was when his eyes moved down to my tummy that I really began to feel uncomfortable. My hands itched to grab the sheet and pull it back over myself. I could handle him looking at my breasts but my stomach was a sensitive area. Thoughts flooded my mind sending me into panic mode. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if he found me repulsive? Would he ever want to touch me again? Would he ever want to make love to me? The thoughts ran in circles in my head.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, his hands still holding the sheet but not moving any further than he already had.
I shook my head as tears threatened to choke my voice. I didn't want to draw attention to my flaws. I already knew that he had seen them, but maybe if I spoke about them he would really find them disgusting... Find me disgusting.
"Carrie. Tell me what you are thinking." His voice had taken on an edge of authority. His eyes had darkened and I knew that if I disobeyed him, if I insisted on locking him out of my head, that he would punish me. He would get the words out of me somehow. I had always been a locked box, closed up tight. But David had the key and that frightened me more than any threats he might have.
I sighed one long shaking breath as a lone tear trailed down my cheek. I opened my mouth and closed it again.
"Carrie." That one word, the way his voice caressed it, told me everything I needed to know. I had to tell him. It was better if I did it on my terms.
"I'm afraid you'll find me repulsive. That you will look at me and see all of my flaws. I'm afraid of you realising that I'm not good enough for you. That I'm not your type..." I trailed off.
Tears streaked silently down my cheeks. David's face was a mixture of horror and surprise. He released the sheet and moved around the bed towards me. I turned my face away and scrubbed at my cheeks with the palm of my hands. I was weak, the last thing I wanted was for him to see me as such a mess. And yet lately all I seemed to do was cry.
"Carrie," His voice was gentle as he tilted my face back to him. "How could you think such things? If I did not find you attractive I would not have shared with you what I have. I would not crave your body nor would I want to spend my time touching your skin. If I found you repulsive I wouldn't have proposed that you give yourself to me wholly and completely for one week. It wouldn't make sense."
"But I'm afraid that you'll change your mind... That you'll wake up one day and realise what a terrible mistake you have made and that really I'm not attractive at all."
"I don't want to hear you talking like that. I have seen you naked. I knew even before you were naked that I wanted you. Your body puts thoughts in my head... Such wicked thoughts. For you to suggest otherwise is an insult to me. I know what I want, I know my own mind, and what I want is you." He growled out the last words and pushed me back on the bed, his body hovering over me, pinning me beneath him.
He lowered his head to my breast, his eyes never leaving mine. Taking one nipple into his mouth he rolled his tongue around it. When his teeth nibbled the sensitive bud I lost my breath. My back automatically arched up to him, pushing my breast further into his mouth. Releasing the nipple he moved lower, his mouth trailing fiery little kisses down across my abdomen.
He found one of my flaws, a small stretch mark that I spent my time trying to conceal. I had spent years buying special oils and creams in the hopes that I could completely get rid of the ugly little marks but nothing worked. Until now. David's lips moved across the white mark. The sensation was odd, a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He used his tongue to run up and down the length of it, tasting my skin and raising little goose bumps across the rest of my body.
His free hand found the wet centre of my body. I was primed and ready for him. The merest hint of his touch on my body was enough to turn me on but this was different, this was something entirely new.
His fingers danced across my clit, rubbing and swirling around the nerve hub. I moaned and called out, my words incoherent. My fingers found David's hair and I ran them through it, tightening my grip on his scalp as he pushed me closer to the edge of ecstasy. He was going to make me cum.
His mouth continued to nibble and lick across my abdomen, finding each flaw and caressing it. His fingers danced across my pussy. He slid one inside me, opening me up and making me moan louder. My breath was frantic and all my earlier thoughts and fears had dissipated with his ministrations.
Reaching the bottom of my stomach he bit down as his fingers gave one final spiralling touch. I opened my mouth and screamed, my body reduced to one heaving mass of nerve endings. The orgasm washed over me in waves, crashing into me and leaving me breathless.
With one final shuddering breath I grew still. My eyes were still closed and I could still feel David's fingers buried inside me. He didn't move, holding his position until I slowly opened my eyes and let the room once more come back into focus.
"Do I need to keep proving to you how much I want you and find you attractive?" His voice was low, little more than a murmur against my stomach.
I shook my head before finally finding my voice. "No. I believe you."
I bucked and closed my eyes as he withdrew his fingers from me and sat up. The feeling had been intense and my body was super sensitive, even the brush of the sheet against my arm felt like someone trying to electrocute me.
Opening my eyes I looked up into David's face. He smiled at me, just a small hint of a smile but it was enough to send my heart soaring. "I love the way you react to me. With such abandon. You're not like other women. Most hold back, they worry about how they look or they only do what they think I will like. But you... You're so different. You hand yourself to me on a silver platter. Your trust is the most amazing part of it... I..."
I had never witnessed David at a loss for words before. He was David Ashcroft for goodness’ sake. He was the type of man who was unfazed by everything. Even in the most brutal of business meetings and negotiations I had never seen him lose his footing, until now.