“This is so cool.” Leticia looks at my desk setup with the monitor wall and various spaces for laptops.
“But wait, there’s more.” I use a fake game-show-host voice and snatch my tablet off the desk. After opening the app, I turn on the LED lights around the room and dim the overhead, making it cozyand warm rather than the cold, sterile feeling the central lighting gives off.
“Whoa.” Leticia looks around the room, her eyes lighting up. “This is everything a bedroom should be.”
“Bedroom slash workspace, sure.” I put the tablet back down and step toward her, listening closely.
Her heartbeat picks up, and her breaths come a little faster.
“Ideally, I’d have the workspace be an ensuite and keep the bedroom more intimate.”
This close to her, I drink in her features. High definition doesn’t compare to the real thing. She looks at me with wide, searching eyes, but her expression is open, her pink lips slightly parted. Having her in my space makes it impossible to fight the pull to her. Her eyes flick down to my mouth before returning to mine.
I don’t even bother trying to stop myself. I raise my hand to her face, and Leticia doesn’t object when I tilt her chin up toward me. One small lean forward, and I press my lips to hers, kissing as gently as possible.
Leticia kisses me back and then yields, letting me guide us deeper into the act. I go slow because nowhere in any of our conversations did it sound like she’s had the chance to do this with someone.
When I pull away, we’re both breathless.
“That was my first kiss,” Leticia whispers, a huge smile pulling at those soft lips.
Fire burns through me at her confession. Thinking it and being right feel entirely different.
“I hope it didn’t suck.” I raise my eyebrows. “We could try again if it did.”
“We could do it again just because it’s fun.” Leticia smirks.
This time, I wrap my fingers into her hair, bringing my other hand up to cup her chin, and kiss her like I wanted to from the beginning. It’s deep, hard, and everything I’m too cowardly to say aloud. Everything that’s too risky to even think about for too long.
She fists my shirt as if to pull me closer to her, but with millimeters to spare between us, there’s nowhere to go, not without becoming one with each other, not without being buried deep between her legs.
If she asks for it, I don’t have the power to say no.
I also don’t have the ability to stop myself from pushing my tongue into her mouth.
Leticia moans and lets me explore before pushing her tongue back against mine and playing with me.
My cock throbs, and I try to shuffle away so she doesn’t have to feel me pitch a tent against her, but Leticia pulls me back. Skilled little fingers pull at my shirt, untucking it from inside my slacks.
I break our kiss, breathing hard and trying to hold it together. But all I want to do is throw her down on my bed and take every last first from her.
“Gorgeous, you’re playing with fire.” I try to step away, my hands falling from her hair and face.
Leticia’s pupils are blown wide, the beautiful sea-blue color all but encompassed. “I’m okay with that.”
“I need you to give me more than four words.” My voice is hoarse, and I clear my throat.
She nods, and my heart is hammering in my chest.
“First orgasm, first kiss, first everything.” Leticia’s voice doesn’t waver, but then her body tightens. “Wait, I’m on my period. Forget I —”
I kiss her deeply again, stopping her objections. I murmur against her lips, so glad I fell into a doom spiral of research last night. “Don’t worry about it. I scoured the internet last night. Orgasms and sex can help with cramps.”
“It’s messy.” Leticia objects, but then kisses me again. “Your parents? They’ll hear? Or I don’t know, walk in?”
“Mmm, too bad no one invented something to get clean with. Oh, wait.” I smile against her lips and kiss her again. I lean behind me and push the door closed, the hinges dragging it shut and latching with a soft thud. “My parents won’t hear, and they won’t venture downstairs.”
“Are you sure?” She pulls away, but her fingers remain on the hem of my shirt.
