But I'm Scared!

Kit Mercer finds Coco Lovelock at the bottom of the stairs. Dentist appointment. Today. Coco freezes. Fear shows in her eyes. She shakes her head. Kit reaches for her. Coco steps in closer, asks for a hug first. Kit pulls her in. The hug lingers, then Kit pulls back, says they need to move. Coco grabs her wrist. Still scared, she whispers. Can she bury her face against her stepmom’s chest a little longer? Kit sighs, nods. Coco presses her cheek to Kit’s breasts, breathing deep, letting the softness calm her. Then she looks up. A kiss might help even more, she says. On the mouth. Kit pauses. Finally she leans down, captures Coco’s lips. Heat sparks between them, slow, deliberate, deeper than either expects. Coco tastes need in the kiss. She pulls back and asks the last favor. Sex. Right now. If Kit fucks her, the fear will burn off completely. Kit’s breath catches. She doesn’t say yes, but her hands move anyway. Coco strips her stepmom piece by piece in the kitchen, slides Kit onto the marble counter. She spreads her open and licks with long, wet strokes. Kit’s thighs shake around Coco’s head. They trade touches on the cold surface, bodies tangled, breath sharp. Fingers push inside, mouths meet again, sweat shines on skin. Coco moans loud, fear gone, replaced by a different kind of trembling.