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“Of course,” I mumbled, kissing his warm head. His whole body was still overheated, but I chalked that up to his body being so unused to sleeping with another person. “You can go back to sleep, baby–”

“I will,” he mused, tilting his head up to kiss my jaw with no more hesitation. “It feels weird being the only one naked–I’ve never slept naked before.”

“Never?” I asked, scoffing in disbelief because that was how I preferred to sleep, especially at his age. “Here,” I huffed, sitting up and causing a whine from him that I felt deep in my lower stomach.

Quickly, I shed my shirt and tossed it away before kicking off my pants and boxers. I was instantly two degrees cooler, lying back down and wrapping him up in me once more.

I already loved the feel of his soft skin against mine when it was just my hand on his back, but now that it was his whole body?

“Better,” he mumbled, hugging me more and running his hand all over my torso appreciatively. “You smell good,” he sighed with an audible inhale against my neck…but it was a distraction.

He didn’t want me noticing that his hand was sliding further and further down my stomach, past the trail of hair and–

“Ash,” I warned, earning a warm, amused chuckle from him against my neck. “I’m not going to stop you from exploring, so have at it, baby.”

Ash suddenly stiffened, and I knew I'd caught him.

He was banking on my stopping him the way I did earlier. I only stopped him before when he needed to sleep and recover, but he was perfectly in his right mind now.

“You don’t have to–”

“I just don’t know what to do,” he whispered quickly, his stiff hand halted at my belly button, not proceeding or regressing. “I want to, but…I’ve only been with women, so.”

“Just treat it how you like it,” I offered, pressing a slow, soft kiss to his forehead. “Touch it how you like being touched–I’ll stop you if it’s not right.”

There was a learning curve for everyone when it came to sex–he was just having a second one. Most people went through that first one with years of porn or fumbled experiences their first few times with someone–things I assumed Ash had done in his teenage years.

He just had to go through it again now…and I was happy to be his guide.

Ash’s hand twitched to life again, moving lower until it made brushing contact with my tip. I was never the type to find inexperience hot, but Ash wore it well, making his first contact with my shaft a hard and already wet one.

He dragged his fingertips across my pelvic bone, down to the base of my cock, and up my shaft. He was teasing me, and I was learning quickly that he liked teasing himself–I was learning a lot about him from how he was touching me.

When he finally started giving me more than teasing, I was in.

Maybe it was the buildup from wanting him, or maybe it was just him, but simply jerking me off felt better than it ever had. His rough hands and firm hold on me had me gripping the sheets and his shoulder for dear life.

“Can I watch?” Ash asked suddenly, his breath hot on my cheek. I moaned out something close to a yes and reached over to my nightstand, clicking on the lamp as he pulled back the covers.

Ash was just…fuck.

His face was flushed, and his mouth was slightly agape, staring at his hand and the way it was driving me crazy.

He was so pretty in the dim light, golden hair and wide, crystal eyes that were equal parts curious and hungry.

Ash licked his lip, and I swore I almost came on the spot.

“Can I?” he trailed off, finally looking up at me.

“I’m already close, baby,” I managed, petting his hair back and fighting off the groans that wanted to pour from my mouth.

“That wasn’t a no,” he hummed, kissing my chest and trailing down to my hip.

Part of me wanted to tell him that I would never say no to him, but it would be a lie.

In fact, based on his attitude that I already knew well, I would probably be saying no to him constantly.

Ash moved his face close to my shaft, hesitantly sticking out his tongue and licking a tentative strip up my tip. His hand slowed, dragging this torture out, but I wanted to let him play–let him explore.