Chapter 10
ten
A Few Minutes Later
I gaze at his face 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.
“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.”
His first tentative lick makes me shiver. I talk him through it. Where to focus, how much pressure to use.
“Flatten your tongue there… Now circle…yes, like that.”
He’s an attentive student, responding to every instruction, every gasp and moan. When he finds a rhythm, he stays with it, learning the language of my body with remarkable speed. I find myself gripping the sheets, head thrown back as he works me toward another climax.
“Put them Inside,” I manage to cough out, “your fingers, while you—”
I don’t need to finish; he understands, sliding two fingers into me as his tongue continues its steady rhythm against my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, building quickly toward release.
This time when I come, it’s with his name on my lips, my hands tangled in his hair, holding him against me as pleasure pulses through my body in waves. He stays with me through it, gentling his touch as I become too sensitive, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs so I can catch my breath.
When he moves up my body, his expression is one of pure satisfaction. As if giving me pleasure has been its own reward. I yank him down for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his lips and him on mine, feeling the hard length of him pressing against my thigh.
“Did I do it right?” he asks earnestly.
I laugh, incredulous to the fact he doubts himself.
“Incredible,” I tell him honestly. “The best orgasm I’ve ever had. Seriously.”
He smiles, a hint of pride mixing with his desire. “I had a good teacher.”
I look down at his erection straining against his stomach. The man is well-endowed and my pussy clenches. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex and I’ve never experienced anything this good.
“Do you want to be inside me?” I grip his length and begin to pump.
“I don’t have a condom,” he admits, flushing.
“I’m on birth control,” I tell him. “Obviously, I’m clean. And you’re…”
“A virgin,” he finishes. “Yes.”
I straddle him, positioning his cock at my entrance.
“Let me,” I whisper, sinking down slowly.
His face transforms into bliss as my pussy envelops him completely.
I set a gentle rhythm. His hands find my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples.
I lean down to kiss him, overwhelmed by how perfectly he fills me.
God, I needed this release.
“You feel incredible,” he gasps, eyes wide. “I can’t believe this is happening—”
This nerdy, handsome man worships my body in ways I’ve never known, and as he trembles beneath me, I realize one thing with startling clarity.
I’m either hopelessly dependent on Alek.
Or, I might be falling in love.
I probably need to figure it out before I break his heart.