“Are you okay with this?” Q asked.
“Yes.” Her voice came out breathy and thin.
His gaze stayed on her as he slid his hand even lower over the outside of her panties. She gasped as he pressed one finger against her, sending a shockwave through her. He paused and raised an eyebrow.
“Do that again.”
He smiled as he did that again. She felt like her whole body was on fire. Heat raced up her neck and down her legs. He was only touching her on top of her underwear, but it was enough to make her feel like she was about to fly apart.
He rubbed that spot again, and she gasped and clenched her muscles. It was too much. She clung to him, crying out his name as something overtook her that she’d never experienced before.
She couldn’t breathe, and stars danced in her vision. She melted against him, seeping into oblivion. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she closed her eyes for a moment, but she wanted more. She wanted to see what he looked like without clothes on.
After a moment, she pushed away from his chest and opened her eyes, feeling a little like she was drunk or something. “That felt amazing.”
“I’m glad you liked that. It was just a small taste of what it can be like between us.”
“I want to see you naked. I know the basics of sex, but I don’t know what to expect. I didn’t think it would feel that good when you touched me.”
“I’m glad your orgasm felt good.”
“Does it feel that good for you when you have an orgasm?”
He nodded as he moved her off his lap. He stood in front of her and shoved his underwear low. She gasped. “How is that supposed to fit in me?”
His chuckle warmed her. “Women get babies out. My dick is tiny compared to that. The first time will hurt, but we’ll go slow and make sure you’re really ready.”
“How can I get ready for that?”
He leaned over her and placed his hands on the back of the couch beside her head. “First off, I can touch you, then slide my fingers inside. You can also finger yourself. Have you ever done that?”
She shook her head. “No. That’s not something we could do.”
“Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s totally fine for you to touch yourself in private.”
“I’m not sure I could.”
He shrugged. “You don’t have to. There is no requirement to do it, but if you ever want to, you can. I want you to feel good about yourself and your sexuality.”
Heat rose again on her cheeks as she looked between them and saw his dick. She wanted to touch him but was afraid of getting it wrong.
“You can touch me.”
She glanced up and met his gaze. “How?”
He sat next to her and took her hand. “Let me show you.”
Q thought he was going to come as he guided her fingers over his cock. Her touch was light, almost whisper soft, and it was like silk on him, leaving him grasping for control. When shesqueezed his cock at the tip, he had to close his eyes and think of anything else to stop his balls from emptying.
“Is this okay?”
“Oh God, yes. I’m so close. I can’t control—” He gasped again as she wrapped her fingers around him. It was enough to make him blow. He had more control than this, but with her, he was lost. She made him feel things at a different level.
He gasped at the intense sensation when she ran her fingers over his cock after he’d come. She froze, looking afraid, and he shook his head.
“Just too sensitive. It’s okay, just too much for me to handle.”
“Does it always feel this good?”
