After taking his shirt off too, he holds my face in his hands and kisses me gently.
“You wanna take off my jeans and boxers?” he asks.
I nod, running my hands across his chest; his skin soft and smooth, his nipples hardening as I trail my fingers over them. I take my time exploring his abs, feeling the ridges in his muscles and stroking the grooves, before moving down to his jeans. The button easily hooks open, and I lower his fly, his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his boxers.
“Can I touch?” I ask.
He nods, and I run my finger along his length through the boxers, my confidence growing when his breath hitches. I flatten my hand and palm him, running it up and down. He groans and takes my face in his hands, pulling me into another kiss.
“That feels so fucking good, baby.”
His words boost my confidence even more, and I wrap my hand around him as best I can, loving the feel of him even through the thin fabric.
“Yes, Donovan,” he whispers, before kissing me again.
Bringing my hands to either side of his boxers and jeans, I slide them down his thighs, freeing him. My gut instinct is to tell him that I don’t know what I’m doing, that I’m scared I’ll do something wrong… but I’m trying to channel Beth’s advice. He knows I’ve never done this before, and he’s still here. I run my hand over him, the skin soft and sensitive. He kisses me again, distracting me from my thoughts, leaving me free to explore him.
“Can I touch you too?” he asks huskily.
“Yes.”
He undoes my jeans and grips me through my boxers, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and this is through the fabric. I must make a different noise because he pauses and leans away from me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern crossing his face.
I nod. “It’s just a bit overwhelming, but I want this, I really want this.”
“Why don’t you lie down, baby. Let me look after you,” he murmurs, peppering soft kisses over my temples and cheeks.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, of course I do.”
He leads me to his bed, and I lie down.
“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his hand around the waistband of my boxers.
I nod, lifting my hips. He slides them down my legs and throws them to the floor, before straddling my thighs.
“We can stop anytime, okay?” he says, leaning over to his bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube.
He squeezes some out and warms it in his hands before gently gripping my dick, his skin against mine feels incredibleand I gasp at the contact. He leisurely strokes me, before doing the same to himself.
“Oh my god!” I pant; my breathing is already heavy.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “You look gorgeous, and you feel so fucking good.”
His words make something in my chest constrict, like my heart is skipping a beat again.
“You feel… fuck, Stephen, this feels amazing.”
“Is it okay if I try something else?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm, you can do anything you want!”
“Within reason, baby,” he chuckles, “you’re not ready for everything I want yet, and that’s okay.”
