He cupped my breast, gently massaging as he kissed me like that for hours. Maybe minutes. Either way, a tingling sensationappeared between my legs. Liquid and warm. I found myself squirming against him instead of making a mental list of things I had to study the next day, like I had the few times I’d made out with boys in high school.
“I think… I think I’m ready for more now,” I whispered against his lips.
He groaned at my words. Then pressed his forehead into mine. “I do not wish to harm you. You will give me permission to make you ready.”
“Make me ready?”
“Let me touch you or kiss you here.”
I sucked in a breath when his other hand moved from my breast to cup my sex over the thin barrier of my thong.
“Or both. It is your choice. I have been dreaming to do both.”
“You’ve been dreaming of doing both ever since you met me a couple of hours ago?” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his exaggerated claim.
But he pulled back and regarded me dead-eyed before repeating. “It is your choice, Lydia.”
Suddenly, all the laughter died right out of my throat.
“I am waiting for your answer.”
His touch was light, but somehow, his hand felt heavy on top of my sex. My body was on fire, yet my thoughts spun wildly out of control.
“Touching,” I answered in the end. Because I could not even begin to imagine myself getting oral for the first time from a guy who looked like a hockey player fan fiction come to life.
A pleased smile broke out across his face. Slightly goofy but also completely devastating. Maybe because it was just eager enough to make me feel like I’d somehow made his entire night.
“You will come for me like a good girl,da?” His hand slipped underneath the thong’s band, and he expertly rubbed. While maintaining full eye contact.
Oh!It felt good... too good. My body jolted like it had been waiting for this moment its entire life.Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?My mind screamed at me to stay in control, but the rest of me was already spiraling away, melting into his touch.
“Talk to me, Lydia.”
“Talk to you?” My voice came out breathless. “About what?”
“Tell me what you like. With boys who come before me.”
“There were no boys before you. I told you before...”
“Yes, you say you are twenty-two-year-old virgin. But no one touched you here?”
I shook my head, wanting but unable to close my eyes against his relentless stare.
“How about when you touch self?” His voice remained gentle, despite what he was doing to me. “How are you liking it then?”
“This is already better than when I touch myself,” I admitted, the words tumbling out of me before I could overthink them.
“Lydia, you are very sweet talker to Yom. You are making my heart so big. Thank you.”
He rewarded me for my honesty with another one of those goofy, devastating smiles. Then he asked, “How about from behind? I know Catholic school girls sometimes...”
“I’m not Catholic,” I said in the same tone he’d used to let me know he wasn’t a vampire.
He chuckled. And brought his free hand up to my face. “Talk to me about this mouth.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Later, can I make it mine for the first time, too? This is something else I dream of.”
Suddenly, the space between my legs had a heartbeat, too. I throbbed. Like, everywhere. But I managed to answer, “If—if you want.”
“I want, Lydia.” His gaze held a strange intensity. “I want all your first times.”
