Even So

My hands trailed over her arms, down the softening curves to the already delicate wrist. Wrapping my long fingers about the bones and lifting her hands upwards to my lips, I planted a kiss to each center of her palms. Her hands smelled of vanilla and lavender. I inhaled deeply, dragging the scent down into my being. Everything about her felt feminine, smelled feminine, and tasted feminine to me. My heart thrummed in excitement, pushing a heated flow of blood through my body.

When I drew closer and placed my lips against her neck, her breath hitched and those delicate, short fingers buried their way into my hair. It was long enough that her nails didn’t quite touch along my skin but she tugged and it sent thrills through my body. A deep, aching hunger for her grew.

Her hesitation vibrated through her, drawing her back away from me. She ducked her head and I could feel the way her eyes darted across the floor. I couldn't possibly understand her feelings, but I knew mine. Everything I saw standing before me was beautiful. The way one of her legs curled around the other, foot hooking over her ankle to keep balance as she tried to hide.... Her hands twisting like twittering birds along the front of her sundress.... The hair that cascaded about her shoulders in soft curls....

Afraid that noise would spook her, my hands reached out softly and brushed along her arms again, smoothing down her dress, and settling on her hips. "You look perfect to me."

The sharp green stare that met my eyes stopped my heart a moment. And her smile killed me.

"Even though...." She gestured between my hands and my eyes are drawn there. I could see the outline of her arousal, thick and heavy beneath her dress.

"Even though," I said as I sunk to my knees and kissed across the top of her hips, palming her erection. "You. Are the prettiest woman. I have ever met." I smiled up and set to work making her forget any issues she had with her pre-transitioned body.