With a deep, satisfied sigh, I melted into his body. He wrapped me tighter, and we lay there for a few heartbeats.
But…I felt something.
It wasn’t the first time I noticed his arousal. Like any teenager, it had a habit of springing up whenever we made out. Vincenzo never made it obvious, though. Never pushed me to go further.
I want to.
Sliding my hands down his torso, I wriggled free of him enough to create space and…feel him.
“Mandy,” he hissed.
I shook my head. “Don’t stop me. I know what I’m doing.”
Vincenzo cupped my cheek. “You know your mind, fiore. But we’re not going to let tonight be the first time. Not sneaking in my childhood bedroom.”
Running my fingers lower, I felt the stiff length under his sweatpants. “I want you, Enzo. I don’t want to do this with anyone else. Ever.”
His thumb brushed over my lips. “And because we’re meant for each other, it’s my wish to make the first time special.”
I huffed. “I hate waiting.”
That only made himlaugh. “La mia impaziente, bellissima ragazza.”
“Yes, I am impatient!” Jerking upright, I sat and moved to tug down his pants. “If you want to wait to go all the way, fine. But there’s something else we can do in the meantime.”
His cock sprang free. Seeing one in real life was…strange. Unlike the nasty pictures on the internet, his was a nice color. Asymmetrically pleasing to look at. And pretty darn big. I brushed the tip of my finger over it, suddenly self-conscious.
Vincenzo’s whole body shivered.
That seemed a good sign.
Remembering the details from the hours of research, I moved to settle between his legs. He rolled onto his back, tucked his arms behind his head, and watched. I might be prepared for the mechanics of the performance, but his steady gaze was unsettling.
It didn’t feel wrong. Oh, no! This was something I really wanted to do.
But it felt real. And kind of powerful.
I traced the same path with my tongue. The corresponding response in him sent a rush of heat flying through me. I closed my lips around him—and gave my first blow-job.
“Mandy, I—” Vincenzo jerked suddenly, reaching for me.
He wasn’t quick enough. And thank heavens for that.
Salty ropes shot down my throat. I didn’t gag, focusing on the fact that a part of him was inside me. I secretly loved that. This boy was my soulmate—for always.
Sitting up, I grinned down at him. “I licked it, it’s mine.”
It wasn’t the most sexy, mature thing to say, but it made him smile up at me like I’d just done the most incredible thing in the world.
“If that’s how we’re defining things…,” he said, words husky. Without another comment, he reared up, flipped me over, and pinned me beneath him. Clapping a hand over my lips to silence my squeal, he peppered kisses down my body.
It was his turn.
The first contact of his lips between my legs sent me bowing off the bed. Incredible pulses tingled through my body, until I was tight, one big knot. The release followed after in an explosion of bliss.
A pillow cut off the scream I didn’t know was escaping my lips.
As the pleasure ebbed, Vincenzo drew me into his body, and we kissedsoftly.
