Page 27 of The Nixie and the Frost Elf

Instead of answers, I step between his legs and take one of his hands, moving it so it touches my waist. There's a small part of me that's waiting for the panic to set in, but it doesn't. The weight of his cool touch is enough to soothe that part of me.

Edur looks up at me, adoration in his eyes. "Do you have any rules?"

I shake my head. "None that I can think of. Just, maybe go slow?"

"Of course," he promises. "Do you want any of your underwear to stay on?" The tone in his voice makes it clear he's finding it hard to concentrate, which only makes me appreciate his restraint more.

I shake my head. "I can help with that." I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor. I like the feeling of being in control, even if it's a new one for me, and my panties soon follow. "What do you want me to do?" As much as I don't want it to be the case, I am feeling my inexperience. I should have looked up more advice about what to do, or something like that.

"Lie down," he says gently.

I do as he suggests, not feeling as exposed as I thought I would, despite being naked.

He shifts on the bed so he's lying beside me, an intense expression on his face as he reaches out and touches my shoulder. He runs his hand down my arm, his fingers catching on my fins and making me giggle.

"You're ticklish?"

"It's my fins," I respond, holding up my arm. "I guess it's sensitive where the fin meets my arm. I don't know about the ones on my legs."

"Want to find out?"

I nod.

He brushes his hand over my leg, his touch gentle and a little hesitant as he slips it around the back of my calves and runs his fingers over the seam of my fin and my leg.

I let out a small gasp, surprised by how good it feels.

"That seems like a good sign," Edur murmurs.

"Yes," I respond a little breathlessly.

He watches my face as he smoothes his hand higher up my leg, dipping inwards to touch my inner thigh. He never takes his attention from my face, reassuring me that if I seem uncomfortable, even for a moment, he'll stop. I didn't feel like this with my ex, and if I'd told him that I didn't want to do something, he'd just insist that I'd get used to it.

I banish thoughts of him from my mind. This isn't the time or the place to give him any attention.

A hint of surprise goes through me when I realise I'm disappointed when Edur doesn't move his hand between my legs, instead, skimming his hand over my stomach and up to my breast, leaving a trail of pleasant chills behind him. He runs his thumb over my nipple, and I arch up into him.

"Again," I murmur, wanting him to know that it feels good.

He repeats the motion, his touch a little bit firmer this time. Pleasure shoots through me in response, and if I weren't too focused on it, I might cry with relief.

I squirm against his touch, wanting more of it, but not really knowing how to ask. My hand drifts across my thigh, and I'm almost tempted to touch myself, but that wouldn't help me know whether or not I'm comfortable with him doing that.

"Is that a hint, Lexi?" he murmurs.

"Yes."

He tugs on my nipple one last time, getting a moan from me in response, before trailing his hand back over my stomach.

I part my legs without him even having to say anything, and he slips his hand between them.

"When you said you enjoyed orgasms, does that mean you touch yourself?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

I clear my throat. "Yes."

"Guide me?"

I swallow hard and reach down, taking his hand in mine and moving it into the right position. His finger brushes against my clit, and a spike of pleasure goes through me in response. He tries to repeat it, but doesn't manage until I guide his fingers back into the right place, but that seems to be all he needs in order to find it again.