She pulls back, twisting her wrist in a motion sending electricity up my spine. Descends again, establishing a tantalizing rhythm. I have to fight to keep still.
“You can move,” she whispers against my skin, and something breaks loose in me.
My hips rise to meet her, careful not to push too hard. She moans approval, the vibration undoing me completely.
Pressure builds, unstoppable now. I try to warn her, fingers tangling in her hair, but she only takes me deeper.
When I come, it’s with a force leaving me gasping, spilling into her mouth in hot pulses. Some escapes, trailing down her chin. She swallows and licks me clean, her eyes never leaving mine.
She crawls up my body and kisses me. I taste myself on her tongue and it’s the single most erotic moment of my life.
“How do you feel?” Hope’s voice is husky.
“Amazing. Best day of my life,” I manage to respond.
She brushes hair from my forehead. “I’m glad. Are you ready for more?”
Hell yes, I am.
ten
A Few Minutes Later
Igazeathisface as Alek comes back to himself.
Eyes clearing from a hazy, blissful state.
Though I’ve never experienced it myself, there’s something beautiful about witnessing someone’s first time. Raw vulnerability. Genuine wonder.
For once, I don’t get ahead of myself. I’m simply here in this moment. The way Alek looks at me with utter adoration touches something deep inside. He trusted me enough to admit his inexperience. His breathing gradually steadies, but his eyes never leave mine, searching my face with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity.
“Come here.” I reach for his hand, guiding him to stand with me in the dim light. His breath catches when I reach for the hem of my sweater, lifting it slowly over my head. I want him to see all of me in a deliberate unveiling.
“You can touch me.” I place his shaking hand against my collarbone. His fingers are warm and I guide them down to the lace edge of my bra and his eyes widen as I arch slightly into his touch. “It’s okay to explore.”
His touch is tentative at first, then more confident as I respond with soft sounds of encouragement. When I reach behind to unhook my bra, his gaze follows the straps as they slide down my arms. The hunger in his eyes makes me feel powerful. Desired.
I let the garment fall between us to the floor. His sharp intake of breath is gratifying as he takes in my breasts, not large but responsive, nipples hardening under his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and the sincerity in his voice makes me believe him.
I move his hands to cup my breasts.
“Not too hard,” I instruct gently. “Like this.”
I apply gentle pressure to his fingers, showing him how to touch. Firm enough to feel good, gentle enough not to hurt.
He studies my face intently for reactions. When his thumb grazes my nipple and I gasp softly, he repeats the motion deliberately, cataloging my response.
“You’re a quick study,” I tell him, and he grins with a flash of confidence transforming his face.
I step back just enough to unbutton my jeans, sliding them down my legs with intentional slowness. His eyes follow the movement, drinking in the sight of me in nothing but black panties. I reach for his shirt next, unbuttoning it with careful fingers, revealing the lean planes of his chest. He helps me push it from his shoulders and stands to step out of his pants, which still hang open from earlier.
We stand before each other, nearly naked, the air between us charged with anticipation. I lead him to the bed, lying back against the pillows. He follows, positioning himself beside me, propped on one elbow.
“I want to make you feel good.” There’s determination beneath the nervousness in Alek’s voice.
Threading my fingers through his, I drag his hand down my stomach.
