"That's it," he murmurs. "Take it. Let me feel you."
I'm shaking. Moaning. Making sounds I didn't know I could make. His fingers are magic, finding spots inside me I didn't know existed, and when he curls them just right, I see stars.
"Axel—"
"I know, baby. I can feel you getting close." He leans down and bites my lower lip. "Come for me. Let me see what you look like when you fall apart."
"I—oh—I've never—"
He stills. "Never what?"
I can't say it. Can't admit that twenty-three guys tried and failed, that I've never had an orgasm with another person, that I'm a virgin in every way that matters.
But he sees it in my face.
"Aurora." His voice changes, gets softer, careful. "Have you ever—"
"No." The admission burns. "I've tried, I just... I couldn't."
For a second, I think he'll pull away. Think he'll decide I'm too complicated, too inexperienced, too much work.
Instead, his eyes go molten.
"Then I'm going to make your first time something you'll never forget."
His fingers start moving again, slower this time, more deliberate. His mouth finds my breast, and he sucks while his hand works between my legs, and the combination is devastating.
Pleasure builds. Coils tight in my stomach, my thighs, spreading through my whole body like fire. I'm panting, writhing, grabbing at him, at the sheets, at anything I can hang on to.
"That's it," he encourages. "Stop thinking. Just feel."
"Axel—"
"Give it to me."
His thumb presses hard on my clit, his fingers curl inside me, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me so hard I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything except feel. Wave after wave of pleasure, my body clenching around his fingers, and he works me through it, drawing it out until I'm sobbing with the intensity.
When I finally come down, I'm trembling. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
"Holy shit," I breathe.
He's grinning. "Good?"
"I think you broke me."
"Nah. Just getting started."
He kisses me, deep and slow. His fingers are still inside me, moving gently, keeping me on edge.
"Your turn," I say against his mouth.
"No."
"What?"
He pulls his fingers out slowly, and I whimper at the loss. "Tonight's about you. About making you feel good."
