She nods, lips trembling, eyes wide with desire. I press a kiss to her collarbone before sliding my hand down, fingers tracing over her heat. The moment I touch her properly, her whole body reacts, and the sound that slips out of her throat nearly undoes me.
“Everything okay?” I ask softly, circling her most sensitive spot with my thumb, teasing.
“Yes... only—” She closes her eyes, cheeks flushed. “It feels strange...”
I smile softly. “In a good way or a bad way?”
Her blush deepens. “Good... It’s just that—"
I increase the pressure, rolling my thumb in slow circles, and the moan that spills from her lips makes my pulse race.
“Just?” I tease, moving faster now, watching her writhe under me.
Her hips lift against my hand. “Could you... I don’t know... Do something more? Please?”
I nearly groan at the sound of her begging. “I can try with a finger and you can tell me if it’s too much, baby. Would that work? I want this to be perfect for you.”
Her eyes flutter open at the word. “Say that again...”
“Hmh?”
“Baby,” she sighs, breathless. “The way you said it before... It was sexy. Sweet. Call me baby again.”
I grin wickedly. “I’ll call you whatever you want, baby. So... It’s okay if we try with one finger? I can add some lube because I don’t know if you’re we... What?”
“What’s lube?” she asks, curious and I smile.
I brush her hair back from her forehead and press a trail of kisses across her face. I’ve never met anyone sweeter.
“Oh... Aunt Evelyn took me to a sex education class last year, and when we left, they gave us this bag with a box of condoms, a morning-after pill, and two little bottles of lube. It’s a liquid that makes things better during sex, helps with pleasure... It could be useful now, especially since it’s our first time—”
Nova nods right away. “Okay.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to—”
She presses a finger to my lips. “I trust you. I’d trust you with my life, Vincent Cooper. So stop being so scared,” she whispers, and I can’t help but smile.
God, I’m so in love with her. I love this girl like crazy. I would do whatever it takes to make her happy, to make her feel loved, to make her enjoy this moment.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
I grab the small bottle of lube from my nightstand and show it to her. “It’s this one. Are you still sure?” I ask her again and she chuckles, caressing my cheek. “More than I was before.”
I just nod as I press some of the lube in my fingers and rub them together to heat the liquid. After ten minutes spent finding the right position and figuring out what she liked, the room fills with her moans of pleasure.
I kiss her again, hard, and slide one finger inside her warmth. She gasps, her whole body tightening around me. My forehead presses to hers, my free hand stroking her cheek. “Is this okay?”
Her moan is answer enough. I add my thumb back against her clit, circling, and she claws at my back, breath breaking into ragged cries.
“More,” she begs, voice trembling. “Please, Vincent.”
My control shatters at the sound of her pleading and I curl my finger inside her, then slide in another, stretching her carefully, coating my movements with lube until she’s slick and dripping against my hand.
“God, you feel incredible,” I groan, my lips finding hers again. She arches into me, gasping my name against my mouth, and every moan she makes goes straight to my core.
The room fills with the sound of her—her whimpers, her cries, her body thrashing under my touch. I lose myself in giving her everything, in watching her unravel just for me.
When her orgasm finally takes her, she clutches at me with desperate strength, trembling, crying out as waves crash through her. I hold her through it, never stopping until she’s wrung out, until her voice is raw with my name.
