Before I can ask, he turns to the sink, runs the water, and washes his hands. This means one thing, and I’m about to reap the rewards. Before he can finish drying his hands, I reach for him and tug him upstairs, my pulse loud in my ears. Once we’re in his bedroom, I spin around.
His voice is quiet. “Teach me what you like.”
A sensation of weightlessness floods through my body. “Undress me.”
He hesitates for half a second, then steps closer. His fingers catch the hem of my shirt and slowly drags it up my body, as if he’s carefully unwrapping a present. I lift my arms, and he slides it over my head before his hands move to the button of my jeans.
“Take off my underwear at the same time,” I murmur.
He nods, hooks his fingers into both layers, and eases them down my thighs. He lowers himself to the floor, one hand sliding up my calf, goosebumps breaking out over my body as he lifts my foot to pull the fabric free. Then he does the same to my other leg. I unfasten my bra and let it fall to the floor. When he rises, his gaze lingers on my pussy and then my breasts before meeting my eyes.
“My turn.” I undress him the way he did me. Slow and intentional. When we’re finally standing there with nothing between us but anticipation, I ask softly, “What do you want to do next?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me into a heated kiss. He walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed, then lowers me onto the comforter. Rather than hovering over me, he shifts to the side, pressing kisses along my jaw as his hand trails down my stomach and between my thighs. I part my legs without thinking, and his fingers find my clit.
My back arches. “Oh, Miles.” He continues to kiss, lick, and suck on my neck while his fingers move in tight, deliberate circles. His teeth catch my earlobe, and I moan.
“You’re so wet for me.” He slides his fingers lower.
“Mmm. Yes.” I buck my hips, and he gets the hint, shoving two fingers inside me. My yelp turns into a moan as he thrusts in and out. I rock against his palm, each thrust driving me higher and higher. He bends down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I clutch at the sheets, every sensation stacking on top of each other until stars burst behind my eyelids. A wave of pleasure crashes into me. My chest heaves as I collect my breath. When I finally open my eyes, Miles is watching me, a wide, unmistakably proud grin on his face.
“Come here,” I whisper.
He leans in, and I kiss him as my heart rate returns to normal.
“I have condoms,” he murmurs against my lips.
I lift a brow. “For someone who’s never had sex, you have condoms?”
“I wanted to be prepared.” He flashes me a small, sheepish smile. “In case the opportunity ever came up. I’ve had to replace them a few times over the years, but—” He reaches for the nightstand, opens the drawer, and pulls one from the box.
I take it from him and check the expiration date. “It’s good.” I shift my weight and roll so I’m on top, straddling his thighs. His cock rests against his stomach, heavy and hard. I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly, my thumb tracing over the vein. His eyes roll back with a groan. I rip the foil packet with my teeth, pull out the rubber, and roll it down his length.
He inhales a sharp breath. “I’ve already made it further than before.”
I bend down and kiss him, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “You take the lead,” I tell him softly. “You decide how fast or slow this goes.”
I roll onto my back. He follows, settling between my legs. His cock slides against my pussy, deliberate and unhurried, coating the condom with my arousal. I reach between us and guide his cock to my entrance. And in one push, he slides inside, stretching me. He groans and drops his forehead to mine.
“Now move your hips,” I whisper against his mouth.
He does—slow at first, testing the sensation as he slides in and out. “This feels amazing.” His breath comes out rough. “You feel amazing.”
His brow furrows as he builds confidence, each thrust a little deeper, a little surer. His arms tense as he finds a rhythm, and I drag my hands over his shoulders and down his arms. When the pace finally clicks, I lift my hips to meet him, matching his movement as he drives into me harder, faster, both of us lost in it together.
His gaze meets mine. “Is this okay?”
I pinch my lips together and nod. “Yes. It’s great.” I rock my hips into his, and he groans.
“I’m not going to last. You feel too good.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck.
I whisper against his ear, “Fuck me, Miles. Come inside me.”
He drives into me one last time, a low, rough growl coming from his throat. “Oh fuck,” he whispers—so quiet I almost miss it. After a few more thrusts, his pace slows until he finally stills. He pulls out and rolls onto his side, chest heaving as he catches his breath. “That was…” He exhales a shaky laugh. “Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Did you… orgasm?”
I shake my head. “No. But you gave me a delightful orgasm earlier, so consider this your free pass.” I don’t call him out on his swearing because I’m not even sure he knew he did it. If I say something now, he may not do it again later, and I definitely want to hear it again. What am I talking about again? This isn’t a practice makes perfect scenario. My throat constricts.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then shifts to hover over me again, his lips finding my collarbone.
