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I felt him move up my body and when I eventually pried my eyes open he had his hands braced on either side of my head again, his lower body pressed to mine. He was wearing this pleased, cocky smile on his face. He brushed his fingers across my cheekbone affectionately, his eyes searching. ‘I take it that was good.’
That was an understatement.
The first and only time I’d had sex, I didn’t come. However, I had been supplying my own orgasms since I was eighteen and I won a vibrator in a student raffle. Those orgasms had been good. A few had even been great.
None of them had been sensational.
Lazily, I lifted my hands and clasped them around Nate’s neck, my thumbs brushing along his jaw tenderly. ‘I’m going to let you keep that smug look on your face. You earned it.’
Nate chuckled and kissed me, letting me feel his laughter tremble against my lips in a way that was incredibly hot. I smiled beneath it, but as it grew heated, as I tasted myself on his tongue, the smiles and laughter disappeared and I curled my fingers tighter into his hair.
I broke the kiss before he did and said breathlessly, ‘Your turn.’
There was a flash of something in his eyes, something I didn’t completely understand, but what I did know was that he was hungry. He shifted, moving off me to lie on his back, his arms crossed casually behind his head. ‘I’m all yours.’
The butterflies returned to my belly, not as many as before, but they were there, cheering me on as I prepared to go down on a guy for the first time.
‘I’ve never …’
Nate’s countenance gentled and he reached out to smooth my hair behind my ear as he replied, ‘I know, Liv. And you don’t have to. Ever. You only do what you’re comfortable with.’
My gaze flickered to his lap and his hard cock. ‘I want to at least try.’
‘Then I’ll talk you through it,’ he answered. Quicker than a few blinks, he had shoved his boxers down his legs and kicked them off.
I stared openmouthed at him.
When I lost my virginity I didn’t really get time to study my chosen asshat of a partner’s penis. He’d just pulled down his zipper and pushed inside of me.
Nate’s strained toward his belly. It was long and thick and it was throbbing. I was guessing it was impressive. The thought of it inside of me set off a new wave of arousal, but as I imagined wrapping my mouth around it, I began to feel apprehensive.
‘How …’ I looked back at him wide-eyed. ‘I …’
‘Liv?’ His brows creased. ‘Just say it.’
It rushed out in a burst of geek. ‘Its size is a little problematic because despite my tendency to ramble, my mouth is pretty small and it won’t all fit in it and I have a gag reflex that might be a problem so I don’t know how –’
‘Liv –’ Nate was choking on laughter. ‘Take a deep breath.’ He closed his eyes and shook his head, keeping his inner thoughts to himself. I worried for a moment that my inexperience was suddenly a turn-off. But when his lids lifted he smiled, so I took that and his still raging hard-on as good signs. ‘Take me into your mouth and while you suck me off, pump the root with your fist. The key is to fist it hard but not too hard. Suck hard. Teeth sheathed.’
I nodded, hoping I could do this.
‘Liv, we seriously don’t have to do th – ahh,’ he hissed as I cut him off by wrapping my mouth around him.
At first I was frozen by the foreignness of having him in my mouth, tasting him, feeling him as if he were all around me, as if there was nothing else in the world but him. It felt odd. It felt alien. And I was afraid I just wasn’t cut out for this part of sexual intimacy.
Until I looked up at his face from under my lashes.
This was Nate.
I gathered my courage.
I began to do everything that he asked, and as I did I watched him – watched the color rise in his cheeks; watched the way his chest rose and fell in rapid breaths; watched his fists curl in the sheets around him; watched his mouth open on pants; watched the sheen of sweat build across his skin; watched his abs ripple. And I got off on it. I didn’t expect to like going down on a guy, but I loved the sensual power that rushed through me at knowing I could make Nate feel so turned on that he huffed out my name in pleasured tones.
‘I’m coming,’ he panted, sliding his hand into my hair, and I jerked back just in time to watch him shudder through a climax.
As his body relaxed, he dragged his hands over his face and into his hair, his eyes closed to me and thus his reaction closed to me.
I waited, unsure.
Slowly Nate opened his eyes and stared up at me.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ he asked roughly.
‘Yes,’ I whispered back.
‘Good, because I’d certainly like a repeat performance sometime.’ He blew air out between his lips and shook his head, grinning, before his bright eyes came back to me. ‘Fuck, girl.’
Laughing softly in relief, I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. ‘I take it I got a high score on my first lesson in seduction.’
‘Like I said before … you’re an overachiever.’
The bed moved and I turned my head to watch Nate sit up and slide his legs off it.
‘Where are you going?’
He gazed back at me over his shoulder. ‘I think we’ve done enough for tonight. I don’t want to overwhelm you.’
I frowned, unhappy with this turn of events. ‘Isn’t that up to me?’
Nate was reaching for his underwear, but I could see his shoulders shaking with amusement. Instead of answering, he strode out of the room, his muscled ass so biteworthy it took everything in me not to chase after it.
I heard the water running in my bathroom and a few minutes later Nate came back, cleaned up and wearing his boxers. He reached for his jeans and began pulling them on. Once fully dressed, he gazed at me, drinking me in, in all my flushed nakedness.
Strangely, I didn’t feel like squirming.
I waited, wondering what he was thinking. Dying to know, in fact. Before, I would have asked him, but somehow the intimacy we’d shared had changed that. Now if I asked him what was on his mind, I might come across as some clingy, wannabe girlfriend. In that moment, I resented my decision to ask for his help.
As if he sensed my dark thoughts, he crossed the room and bent down to press a sweet kiss to my mouth. I felt his fingers in my hair as he pulled back and murmured his carnal promise: ‘Tomorrow, we f**k.’