I let him in first, lingering back to take a deep breath. I had to calm down. I’d asked Tristram how to—to do this the right way. I might be a virgin, but I knew that sex could be wonderful or a complete disaster, depending on how much care you brought to bed.
And this—enjoying Aderyn’s body—was not an issue without any potential weight to it. I hoped he felt safe enough to enjoy me too, but if he didn’t, if it was too much and he got overwhelmed—well, then I’d hold him as long as he wanted me to and we wouldn’t broach the subject again until he was ready.
My love had plenty of reason to feel at odds with his own body that had nothing to do with my litany of mistakes. I wouldn’t take it personally.
Resolved, I entered the room after him and shut the door with a soft click. He was facing me directly, expression open, not shrinking or trying to make himself a smaller target. He bit his lip, spots of pink high on his cheeks.
“Good day?” I asked, my voice rough from?—
Well, not from how much I’d spoken that day. It was just...
He was undoing the buttons at the top of his collar, and the green silk of his coat spread to reveal the pale golden column of his neck.
I swallowed hard.
“Wonderful day,” he agreed. I was relieved to hear his voice was just as strained.
I stepped closer, glancing down at his fingers. “May I?”
He dropped his hands, rocking forward onto the balls of his feet even as I reached for his buttons. I spread his coat wide, and the shirt under it, until I was able to smooth my palms across his soft skin.
“This is the happiest I’ve ever been,” I muttered, just above his lips.
“Me too,” he whispered back.
I lifted my head, searching his face, even now worried that he would put me first and ease my worries at the expense of his own desires.
He only stared at me, blushing and smiling so sweetly. His hand cupped my cheek.
“Me too,” he repeated as his fingers curled around the nape of my neck to drag me into a kiss.
We undressed each other as we stumbled toward the bed, unwilling to part even to kick off our boots and undo every lace.
When he was naked, my breath caught, and I leaned back enough to see him. He was so beautiful—every line of his body and sinuous curve of muscle absolutely captivating.
I pulled him close, slipped my hand around his ass—which fit so perfectly in my palm that it was a miracle—and he hopped into my arms. One knee at a time, I crawled onto the bed and tipped him toward the pillows.
We kissed and kissed, and ground our bodies against each other until everything was a sparking haze of pleasure I wanted to swallow me whole.
But that wasn’t all I had in store. There was oil, plenty of it, and however this went, I thought I could make it good for him. “How do you want me?”
He whimpered, staring at me with sparkling eyes. I only had a second to worry that he was overwhelmed and I should pull back, before he spread his legs wider and rolled his hips up and I got the point.
“You sure?” I asked, breathless.
He nodded, chewing on his lip again.
As I got the oil, he squirmed impatiently beneath me. His cock was flushed and rigid and ever-so charming, with the head slick and plump. I couldn’t help dragging an oily hand down his shaft before I went lower.
He let me touch him everywhere, circling my middle finger around the puckered ring of muscle, squeezing the round of his ass cheek until he cried out.
When I finally slipped my finger inside, only to that first knuckle, I watched his mouth fall open. His gaze was trapped on mine.
“Does it hurt?”
Too fast, he shook his head, but the way he arched his body spurred me on. I curled my finger to drag the tip of it against the inside of him, searching for?—
“Ah!”
