I had a collection of jewels that I’d spread across the bed. I’d hoped to impress her with the sapphires, opals, and pearls, but now I thought I might’ve done too much.
“Yes,” I said, moving around her to gather the items. “I should’ve kept them in the box. Who would want to accidentally lie on a ruby?”
Willow grabbed my arm and stopped my frantic motions. “Vie, stop,” she ordered. I quit moving, dropped everything in my hands, and turned to face her. She grabbed both my hands in hers.
“I’m impressed. I’ve never had anyone try so hard to make me feel welcome,” she said.
Her words made my shoulders relax. “Really?”
Her smile was gentle as she let go of my hands. She cupped my cheek and guided my face to hers.
“Really,” she whispered and pressed her lips to mine.
Willow
Vie’s kisses were everything! I never considered myself very sexual. I had fun with guys, but sex was never something I craved. If anything, I got more sexual satisfaction from my vibrator than I did with guys. I saw sex as an avenue to intimacy instead of a way to get pleasure.
This was changing my mind.
For someone who’d never even kissed before, Vie was killing it. The guy was firm, but gentle, and didn’t try to shove his tongue down my throat. He touched me, but only to rest his hands on my hips. He didn’t start groping or pulling at my clothes.
I felt treasured instead of conquered.
Ending the kiss, I pulled back enough so I could look into his eyes. “Can I see you naked?”
He stared at me for a few seconds with vacant eyes. It was fun to watch his mind turn back on and process what I’d said.
He stepped back, eyes never leaving mine. “Yes.”
I thought he’d pull off his hoodie first, but he didn’t touch his clothes. One moment, he was a fully solid man standing in front of me; the next, he was mist, and there was a pile of clothes on top of a pair of boots. He rematerialized standing behind the pile.
Normally, I’d probably say something quippy like,that’s a nice trick, but it was my turn for brain processing issues.
The man was gorgeous. He was covered in lean muscles and flawless, pale skin, but it was his cock that caught my attention. It was long with a bulbous head, but that wasn’t what really drew my eyes. Unlike the rest of his skin, which was within possible human coloring, his dick looked like it was made out of opal! The coloring was faint at the base but grew increasingly distinct until the head looked carved out of the precious stone.
I wanted to touch it!
My need must’ve been obvious because he stepped over his clothing and put himself within arm's length of me.
“Please,” he said, holding his arms out, giving me permission to touch. “Please.”
I wrapped a shaking hand around his cock, expecting it to be hard and cold, like stone. It might’ve been hard, but it wasn’t cold. He was hot, and I could feel his pulse throbbing against my palm.
Loosely gripping him, I ran my hand from base to tip, paying close attention to the colorful, broad head.
He sucked in a breath and pressed into my hold. “That feels good. I never knew it could feel good to have someone else touch me.”
Those words reminded me that I wasn’t simply his first lover, I was his first everything. First kiss, first touch, maybe even first gentleness. It felt like a huge responsibility.
“I want to make this good for you,” I said.
“Your pleasure is more important.”
I gave a little shake of my head. “That’s absolutely not true. It’s important we both have a good time.”
“Then it would please me greatly if you were naked too,” he said.
I knew he wasn’t joking, but his words made me chuckle. I wouldn’t want to be the only one naked either.
