It was that stupidpity make-outcomment that had her bouncing through these various levels of insecurity. He fought the shame and forced his eyes up to meet hers. “Jasmin, last night was hard for me, but I don’t regret anything that happened. Being with you…I couldn’t possibly regret it. And I want you to know that I’ve never wanted anything…or anyone more in my entire life.”
That was all she needed to hear. She smiled and visibly relaxed. “So…how…how was it?”
It was natural for her to want reassurance after her first time, but he couldn’t understand why she needed it. He thought the answer was pretty obvious. “It was…awkward…and amazing. How was it for you?”
“Awful,” she replied instantly. “Absolutely terrible.”
“I guess I misread those orgasms…or the sexy way you whispered my name every time I made you come.”
Just remembering it had his cock stiffening beneath his boxers. She saw it. It was impossible not to. A blush rose to her cheeks, not pink, not red, crimson and he had to hold back a smile when she couldn’t keep eye contact anymore.
“I told you I didn’t want my first time to be special and then you had to go and make it…incredible and…beautiful. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I’m a despicable human being.” He stood up and she became nervous again as he walked towards her.
“But we were in a weird place yesterday, so…I guess I forgive you.”
“Thank you. I feel better already.”
“Maybe…maybe there’s a way we could rectify this…horrid event.”
He grabbed the front of her sweater and tugged her towards him. “I’m listening.”
“If you want…we could…we could do it again.”
“Fuck, yes.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. His mouth claimed hers, raw and hungry. He gripped the edge of her sweater and yanked it off. She was still nervous and he was really trying to restrain himself, but it was incredibly difficult now that her tits were exposed, the lacy cups of her bra barely leaving much to the imagination. Using his body weight, he shoved her onto the bed. He tugged off her bra strap and felt her body stiffen as his mouth moved down to her collarbone.
“Kevin…”
He shut his eyes and groaned inwardly. That wasn’t a moan. He was moving too fast again. Being with someone with no experience wasn’t easy and he needed to learn how to pace himself. He could tell by her tone that she was going to start talking.
“Yes, Jasmin,” he said, keeping his mouth against her shoulder.
“I’m a little nervous.”
“I know.”
“I just wanna slow down a bit. You’reexcited…and that’s a good thing. I wouldn’t want you to be…notexcited. I think my body just needs a little more time to get to that level of…excitement…and then…it could be…exciting for both of us.”
“Okay. But going forward, maybe we should put the wordexciteand all its variations in the box.”
“Is this awkward for you too?”
“It is now.”
“I was thinking…maybe we should play around with some dirty talk…to ease the tension.”
He was glad that she still couldn’t see his face because he cringed just hearing that. “You’re actually making awkward sex…more awkward. Dirty talk shouldn’t be planned. And you already know this about me. I prefer not talking at all.”
“I’ve done some research on it and if we want this time to be…a little rough and nasty…I really think it will help set the mood.”
That was the worst idea ever, but she was new at this and he didn’t want to discourage her, so he lifted his head to look down at her. “Okay,” he said, feeling a little apprehensive. It was the wordresearchthat threw him off. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well…how do you feel about the word…cunnilingus?”
“I feel like it shouldn’t exist.”
