She lowered herself to my mouth, her warm breath washing over my face. “Maybe we need to explore this.”
Explore.
Yes. I wanted to explore her. Everywhere.
In one fluid move, she was on her feet. She extended her hand, and I took it, pulling myself up. We stood, our eyes locked.
“Do you want this?” she whispered. “You want me?”
Bravely, I grabbed her hand and cupped my erection. “What do you think?”
Her fingers spread wide, teasing my length. “I think we need to go to my bedroom.”
I ran my hand over her head and rested it on her neck, feeling her rapid pulse.
“I-I’ve never . . . I’m not sure . . .”
She lifted up on her toes, her mouth light on mine. “I know, baby. Let me show you.”
I followed her to her room, nerves overtaking me. Regardless of how I quipped or made fun of myself, I wanted to be good for her. Making love with Becca was significant—for each of us.
In her room, she turned on the small, bedside lamp to a dim glow. She turned to me, lacing our fingers together.
“Are you sure?”
I pulled a hand through my hair. “This is all wrong, isn’t it? It should be me asking you. I should know what I’m doing.”
She grabbed my hand, pulling it to her chest. “No, Reid, this is perfect.”
She inched closer, ran her hand up my neck, and pulled my face to hers. “I want to be your first.” She kissed my cheek. “I want you to use me, to learn.” She ran her lips to my ear, tugging on the lobe, and making me shudder.
“I want you to be more than my first,” I admitted.
“Oh yes, Reid.” She laughed, the sound low and sultry in the room. “I’ll be your first, your last, and everything in between. Count on it.”
Then she kissed me, and I let her take control. It was no longer messy or frantic. It was deep, emotional, and sexy as hell. She explored my mouth, the taste of her filling my head. I yanked her tight to my chest, letting her consume me. Our tongues danced, sliding sensuously together. She licked and nipped at my lips. I teased the roof of her mouth and tilted my head to give her access to mine. Anything she wanted, she could have.
She bunched my shirt in her fist, tugging on the material. With a groan, I broke away, yanking it over my head and sending it flying behind me. I fingered the bottom of her T-shirt, and when she nodded, I tugged it off. Her rapid breathing made her breasts move, and I reached out, cupping them in my hand. She stepped back, took off her camisole, and pulled down her jeans, kicking them to the side. She stood before me in nothing but a thong.
A tiny, pink thong.
My cock jerked. My mouth watered. My hands clenched into fists. My breathing became gasps as she reached for my belt, unzipped me, and pushed off my jeans.
Her eyes widened. “You’re commando.”
I found my voice. “I usually am.”
“Your cock . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“What?” I asked in a strangled voice. Did she not like what she saw?
Her hand wrapped around me, stroking gently. “So big,” she whispered, moving closer. “So beautiful.” She added her other hand, twisting her fingers slightly, making me groan. “So, so big.”
She lifted her face, brushing her mouth on mine. “Tell me what you want, Reid.”
“You,” I growled. “Naked on your bed.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
“Everything.”
She stepped back, perching on the mattress. Her hands slid to her hips, but I shook my head. “No. I want to do that. I want to get you naked.”
She eased herself to the middle of the mattress, opening her arms.
“You can have whatever you want. Do whatever you want to do.”
I slid my fingers into the lace by her hips, drawing the pink satin down her legs. She lay before me, naked and perfect. She drew up her knees, smiling coquettishly. “Ask me, Reid.”
I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “Open your legs, Becca.”
I almost fell to my knees as her legs opened and I saw her fully for the first time.
“Exquisite.”
Her position was relaxed, her expression playful, except she was anything but. Her breasts heaved as she drew in deep breaths, her hands curled into fists on the blankets, and I saw the slight tremor to her body.
Somehow knowing she was nervous as well helped settle my own nerves. I crawled onto the mattress, sliding between her thighs. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
“Touch me, Reid.”
I lowered my head, kissing her skin. I never lingered in one place, my mouth gliding over the satin of her, exploring and tasting. I wanted to feast on her. Lay claim to every inch of her.
The nape of her neck was warm and salty, and her shoulders tasted like honey. Her nipples tautened into hard buds under my tongue, the feel of them an aphrodisiac. I sucked and licked, playing with one breast then the other, listening to her reactions, learning her noises. She loved it when I scraped my teeth on the peak and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the bud to ease the sting. She was ticklish when I trailed my tongue down her arm, giggling when I nipped at the soft skin of her inner elbow and wrist.
She arched and writhed the lower I went. Her hips filled my hands, and I licked a path between them. I sat back, pushing open her thighs, my focus entirely on her pussy. She was bare, pink, wet, and glistening.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered.
“Yes. I want you to.”
I met her lust-filled gaze. “Not only with my fingers.”
Her eyes widened. “Yes.”
“I’ve never done this.”
“I know.”
“I want this to be good for you.”
She sat up, placing her hand over my heart. “It will be, because it’s you. It’s us.”
“I’m a fast learner,” I assured her.
She smiled. “I have to learn you as well.”
Her words only made me harder. I wanted her to learn me. All of me.
Covering her mouth with mine, I eased her back to the mattress, kissing her until we were breathless.
“Tell me if I do something wrong.”
Becca
He looked so nervous. So intense. So sexy. His hair was disheveled, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. He was lean but muscular, his arms toned from his workouts, and his chest scattered with dark hairs. His waist was narrow, his V, sharp and defined.
And his cock.
Thick and heavy. Hard and erect. Huge. The head glistened with his excitement, almost purple with the massive size of his uncut erection. I was desperate to touch and taste, to feel how he would fill me, but I knew how important the first time was to him. How much he wanted it to be good for me, so I had to let him set the pace. We had already discussed birth control. I was covered, and since he had never been with anyone, he was clean. I had bought condoms and had them in my nightstand, but I didn’t care if we used them. I wanted to feel him—all of him.
Never had anyone looked at me the way Reid did. Desperate and wanting. Filled with need and longing. His hazel eyes glittered in the dim light, his full mouth pursed as he slid down my body. Knowing he was that close to my most intimate place, that he was finally going to touch me, made me wetter than I had been. Ever.