When we were in my nest before I had kept my hands firmly to myself, not wanting to spook her, but now I placed my hands on the top of her thighs and began to slide them upward. I could feel how hot her skin was underneath the thin fabric of her leggings and when I slid my fingers up underneath the hem of her shirt I was greeted with a blazing expanse of stomach.
I pulled from our kiss, withdrawing one of my hands in order to clumsily ask her if the touching was okay. She nodded, her breath coming in tiny little pants as she looked at me hazily with a mixture of lust and the remnants of our drinking game still in her eyes.
“I’ve never been touched by anyone else like this before,” Juneau murmured shyly to me.
I reached back to grab my phone again. ‘NO ONE HAS EVER MADE YOU COME?’ I asked.
She shook her head and the image of her pretty fingers slipping between her thighs filled my head, making the stiffness in my jeans grow.
‘DO YOU WANT ME TO?’ My mouth felt dry as I held the phone out for her to see, my hand shaking. I searched Juneau’s face for any sign that she was going to say no, to push me away.
Juneau paused for a beat, her blue eyes clouding with indecision before she bit her lip and finally nodded.
I tossed my phone to the side and pulled her in close again, pressing my lips to hers insistently. My fingers found the hem of her shirt, and this time, tugged it up until she lifted her arms and allowed me to slide it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, I realized as she sat in front of me naked from the waist up.
Her breasts were pert, less than a handful, and her nipples were the color of a blush-pink rose. They had already puckered into points, no doubt from the direction of our conversation and I reached out to brush the tip of my pointer finger along the taut flesh.
Juneau flinched at the contact and I pulled my hand away, afraid that I’d made her uncomfortable.
At my questioning look she grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, your hands are cold,” she said, reaching for my hand again and returning it to cup her chest.
I chuckled silently and I rolled the stiff peak in between my two fingers, watching her reactions as I explored. I was embarrassed to admit that after our first kiss I’d watched my fair share of male-female porn—for research purposes.
I’d never been with a woman before and I didn’t want both of us fumbling around trying to figure things out. I wanted to give her the best first experiences imaginable—especially if it meant that she might choose to stay with us forever. I didn’t think asking the guys would get me the answers that I needed, so I’d scoured the internet for them instead.
Juneau’s lips opened as I brought my free hand to join the first and a breathy, strangled noise slipped free from her.
The sound of it emboldened me.
I grabbed my phone, wishing more than ever that she knew more sign language so I didn’t have to keep stopping to type.
‘I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR LEGGINGS OFF. I’M GOING TO HAVE MY HANDS FULL FROM NOW ON, SO TELL ME IF ANYTHING IS UNCOMFORTABLE.’ I made sure that she read the message before getting back to it. Hooking my fingers underneath the waistband of her leggings and underwear I pulled them down her pale thighs. Juneau kicked her feet to help me get the leggings off of her feet, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she lay back against the gray cushions.
My eyes skimmed down the curves of her naked body, taking in the soft swell of her shape until they reached the golden curls between the apex of her thighs.
“Do I look strange?” Juneau asked, moving to cover herself up with her hands.
I shook my head.‘You are beautiful,’I signed, watching as my words registered on her face.
She flushed, the pink starting in her cheeks before gradually traveling down her body until the tops of her breasts, stomach, and thighs were pleasantly rosy.
I moved to hover over her, committing the moment to memory before dropping down and pulling her into another kiss. Juneau’s arms slid around my neck, pulling my body flush with hers, the only thing separating us was my own clothing. I didn’t want to take them off yet. The next few minutes were going to be about Juneau’s pleasure and her pleasure alone.
I slid a hand down the side of her body and around her hip until my fingers found springy curls and slid gently in between the warm, wet folds. I had slick, just like she did, but I never realized how slippery mine was until I felt hers. By the time I really started to explore she was practically soaked.
As I brushed past the stiff peak of her clit, Juneau’s chin tilted up and she made a needy noise deep in her throat. The sound spurred me on and I pushed my middle finger just inside of the entrance of her pussy.
It was tight, pushing against the ridges of my knuckles like it wanted to push me right back out. I wasn’t sure how something so clenched was ever supposed to take a knot, but Juneau seemed to like it because the needy noise shifted into a breathy moan that rocked me to my core.
Pride bubbled up inside of my chest as I listened to her.Ihad caused her to make that noise, and I wanted to hear more.
I twisted my hand, slipping my ring finger right alongside the first finger inside of her before pressing my thumb to the stiff nub at the top of her folds and circling it with intention.
Starting slowly, I began to slide my fingers in and out of her body. At every push of my fingers Juneau’s body rose up off the couch, taut like a stringed instrument, before she collapsed back down into the cushions.
Juneau threw an arm over her eyes as the loudest moan yet slipped out of her perfect pink lips. I gently pulled her arm away, wanting to see the heat in her eyes. I brought her hand down to her hardened nipples. She seemed to understand the meaning behind the gesture because she began to pluck at herself, her breathing stuttering with each pinch of her sensitive nipples.
“Oh, don’t stop,” Juneau gasped, her first words since I’d started to touch her.
