Chapter 30: Steady to the Shore — Part 6

“Be gentle with me.” Paige says quietly.

ChoCho keeps kissing her, arms wrapped around Paige, holding her much as he does Jynx when they are sleeping. “I was going to ask the same of you.” He says, guiding her with his fingertips until she is facing him, until her strong, needful musk has completely overwhelmed him.

The two kiss a while longer, the rain pounding against the tent, until Paige realizes that ChoCho is urging her to take control of the experience, to take from him whatever she wants, and the two freeze unexpectedly as Paige works out the mechanics of the moment. Paige pulls the blankets back with her, kissing gently as she makes her way down his chest to his belly. At the realization of where things might be headed, ChoCho’s eyes go wide. In the dim light within the tent, the whites stand out, and before he can ask Paige if she really wants to do this, she’s doing it, and ChoCho can find no words to speak. ChoCho, who has risen to his elbows, lets his head fall back and his hips arch forward, his body and soul caught in the rapture and lust that is Paige bent to serving him.

The rain pounds deeper, the rhythm more intense, and ChoCho’s heart races in an irregular patter tap as Paige pulls her hand up, causing the skin to cover her tongue while she swirls it around the tip. At first ChoCho is afraid to do anything. Paige is definitely not Kevin, and as crazy as that sounds, he can’t imagine wanting her to be, at least in the moment. She’s acting on an instict that feels a heck of a lot like experience, careful with her teeth, careful in her touch. ChoCho strokes her short hair, the heat of Paige’s head transferring to his once chill hand. He’s afraid at how quickly she is taking him, how his body is giving in, how he is broken to her touch. He tries to pull away as his skin begins to tingle, as the jumpiness turns to heat, but there is no giving up, simply a giving in.

When ChoCho finishes, he’s crying, again. When Paige finishes, there is no mess to speak of. She’s concerned of course, because she has never been with ChoCho when he’s come. She thinks, maybe, she has hurt him. ChoCho doesn’t move, and she doesn’t either. The two stare into each other’s eyes until it becomes apparent to Paige that whatever the source of pain that caused the tears, the moment is past tense, not building. Carefully, she reaches to her folded clothes, pulls a napkin from a pocket, causing a small bottle of lotion and a condom to fall into view. ChoCho pretends not to notice, not knowing how he will manage after what she’s done.

Paige wipes her lips gently, drinks a small sip from her beer, and asks the most surprising and considerate question. “May I kiss you again?”

ChoCho leans forward, tasting a hint of beer and something else, his own scent and taste lingering and merging with hers. Though in some way unsettling to ChoCho, it isn’t entirely unpleasant, and he certainly isn’t going to pull away from such gentle, careful lips. Then Paige turns, putting her back to ChoCho, and leans into him. He holds her for a time, legs and arms wrapped around her, wondering if he should do anything. Also, he cannot imagine what he should be doing, at least where Paige is concerned. He can tell by her motions that she will not want what Kevin wants, nor will she take what she wants like Jynx does.

“You’ve made me happy.” ChoCho says quietly. “I want to make you happy.”

ChoCho, never a man of eloquence, waits for Paige to tell him just what might make her happy. The rain continues to beat down, but thus far the tent has held, and their clothes are dry. Several minutes pass, Paige seems to be thinking, as her breathing has softened, and her muscles, once firm, now relax. It is as if she is ready for something. She feels him stiffen against her back, his body betraying its ability.

“What Paige needs is what any woman needs. Paige needs her lover inside of her.” Paige smiles coyly, though ChoCho can only hear that smile in her voice.