“What about you?” I gasped.
“It’ll be good for me.”
“How do you know?”
His hand stopped moving between my legs.
Uh-oh. Said the wrong thing.
“What?” I whispered.
His gaze drifted over my body, then met my eyes again. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured. Then his hand drifted up my stomach, between my breasts, and up my neck. He cupped my chin, gently, making me meet his eyes. “Do you have any idea?”
I didn’t really know what he was asking. So I just didn’t answer, hoping he’d say more.
He didn’t.
He handed my wine glass to me. “Drink.”
I took a gulp of wine, then handed it back to him. “I’ve had enough.”
He set the glass aside. “Then stand up.”
I got to my feet, carefully, as he did; he took my hand and guided me up. He stood right in front of me, naked. I wanted to look at his dick again. I wanted to know if he was still hard. Or… harder.
I didn’t look.
I just looked up at his eyes. But then they drifted down my body, and I glanced down.
Oh, yeah. He was hard.
I looked away, not really sure what to do with that information.
I just saw Xander’s dick.
Again.
It seemed very… large. At least, it seemed large in comparison with where he was planning to… put it.
Like how was that supposed to fit inside me?
I wasn’t totally ignorant about sex. I mean, just because I’d never had it, or ever actually touched a guy’s bare dick… or given a blowjob or anything… I was a modern girl. There was this thing called the internet.
So I’dseen.
I’d seen plenty. Plenty of dicks, in pictures and stuff. And I’d seen porn.
I knew what was supposed to happen.
And I knew every part of mewantedit to happen.
It just seemed kind of… unfathomable. Physically speaking.
“I think maybe we should just do this, quickly,” I suggested, as he reached out and pulled me to him, slow. It might’ve been awkward with the side of the bathtub between us, but he was so strong, he just kinda leaned in and wrapped his arms around me, and lifted me over it.
He had my wet, naked body pressed right up against his naked body. My whole body slid against him as he set me on my feet, gently. But he didn’t let go. He was so big and hard against me—all of him. My breasts squished against his chest. My whole body felt kind of soft against his. And delicate, in a good way.
I’d never felt more like a woman before.
