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"Is this okay?" she asks.

"Yes." I force my eyes open. Force myself to look at her instead of just drowning in the sensation. "That's… Yes. That's perfect."

She strokes slowly. Exploring. Learning the shape and weight of me. Her hand is small but feels impossibly good wrapped around my shaft. I reach down and push the sweatpants lower. Give her better access. My cock springs free, hard and leaking.

"Can I—" She looks up at me, her eyes squinted with desire. "Can I use my mouth?"

The question nearly undoes me. "Please."

She shifts position and moves closer. The pillow wall between us collapses completely as she settles between my legs. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock. She leans down and licks the head. Just once.

The sensation makes my hips jerk involuntarily.

"Sorry," I manage.

"Don't apologize." She licks again. A long, slow stroke from base to tip. "I like it."

Then she takes me in her mouth.

The heat is overwhelming. Wet and so much better than anything I imagined in that shower. She sucks gently at first, just the head, while her hand strokes the shaft in rhythm.

"Fuck," I breathe. My hands fist in the sheets.

She takes me deeper. Not all the way. I'm too big for that, but enough that I can feel the back of her throat. She hollows her cheeks and sucks harder. Her hand twists on the upstroke. Her tongue traces the underside of my cock, finding the sensitive ridge and pressing against it.

She knows exactly what she's doing.

The combination of her mouth and hand is devastating. She bobs her head slowly, taking me deeper with each stroke. Her tongue works constantly—licking, pressing, swirling around the head when she pulls back.

"God, Paige—" My voice is wrecked. "That feels—"

Her free hand slides up my thigh. Grips my hip, and steadies herself as she takes me even deeper. Her throat contracts around the head and I have to grip the sheets.

This is going to end embarrassingly fast. I can already feel the pressure building. Feel my balls drawing up. Feel every nerve ending in my body focusing on the wet heat of her mouth and the skilled stroke of her hand.

"Paige—" I reach down. Thread my fingers through her hair. Not to control. Just to ground myself. "You need to stop."

She pulls off with a wet sound. Looks up at me with swollen lips and concerned eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. Fuck, no. You're perfect. But I'm about to come and I—" I take a shaky breath. "I want to make you feel good first."

"Gabriel, you don't have to—"

"I want to." I cup her face gently. "Please. Let me touch you."

"But you were so close—"

"I know." I pull her up toward me. "But I've never done this before, Paige. Never been with anyone. And if this is my first time, I want to do it right. I want to make you come before I do."

She goes very still. Stares at me with wide eyes. "Wait. What?"

"I'm a virgin," I confess. "Thirty-five years old and I've never had sex. Never done anything like this until right now."

"You're serious."

"Completely."

"But you're… you were so—" She struggles for words. "I thought you knew what you were doing."