“Start slow,” I tell him. “Just explore.”
His fingers trail down my abdomen, tracing the edge of my panties with careful precision. I lift my hips slightly, invitation clear, and he hooks his thumbs beneath the elastic, drawing them down my legs. I’m exposed to him now, completely vulnerable, but there’s no fear in the moment. Only anticipation.
His hand hovers above my pussy, uncertain. I take it again and bring it down between my legs.
“Feel how wet I am.” I press his fingertips against my folds. “I want you, Alek.”
The awe on his face is worth everything. His touch is tentative at first, exploring the unfamiliar terrain of my body. I let him rub my pussy lips and dip inside my channel clumsily before I urge him higher, to where I need him most.
“Here.” I position his fingers against my clit. “This is the money spot. Try gentle circles. Not too hard at first.”
He follows my instruction perfectly, watching my face for cues. I close my eyes briefly, surrendering to the sensation.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Right there. So good.”
His confidence grows with each soft sound I make. I open my eyes to find him studying me with intense focus, adjusting his pressure and speed based on my reactions. It’s intoxicating being the subject of such devoted attention.
“Inside now.” I nudge one finger to my entrance. “Curl it upward, like you’re beckoning someone.”
He slides in carefully, and I gasp at the pleasurable intrusion.
“There’s a spot,” my voice catches as he explores, “about two inches in, on the front wall.”
His brow furrows in concentration as he searches, and when he finds it, my back arches involuntarily.
“Oh, fuck.There,” I gasp. “Right there.”
The combination of his thumb on my clit and his finger pressing against my G-spot builds an overwhelming pressure inside me. I clutch at his shoulder, nails digging in slightly, giving him half-moon indentations.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks immediately, concern evident.
I shake my head quickly. “God, no. Don’t stop.”
He continues, finding a rhythm making me quake with ecstasy. I’ve had more experienced lovers who couldn’t read my body this well. There’s something about his complete determination to get it right. His earnestness pushes me toward the edge faster than I expected.
“I’m close,” I warn him, hips moving against his hand.
He increases the pressure slightly, perfectly. When the pleasure crests, it takes me by surprise. The force of it and the way it radiates outward from his touch. I cry out, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of sensation wash over me. Through half-lidded eyes, I see in his expression he’s witnessing something miraculous.
As I come down, breathing hard, he withdraws his hand slowly.
“That was…” He stops, seemingly at a loss for words.
I laugh softly, feeling languid and warm. “Yeah, it was.”
He looks at his glistening fingers, then back at me, a question in his eyes.
“Is it weird if I want to…” he hesitates, “taste you?”
The sentiment sends a fresh pulse of desire through me.
“No, do it,” I breathe, as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking tentatively at first, then with more confidence.
“Do you want more?” I part my legs wider.
He nods vigorously.
“No teeth.” I run my fingers through his hair as he settles between my thighs. “Use your tongue how you used your fingers.”
