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“I just don’t know what to do… should I move my hands? Or not? Or—”

Damián pulls back just enough to look at me, a warm smile on his lips. “Just do what you want. Touch what you want.”

“I mean… what to do to make you feel good.”

“Everything you do makes me feel good,” he assures me, but I’m so nervous, I just don’t buy it.

“Not just like that… I don’t want to make you feel ‘oh, this is nice, good’ and so… I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” I blurt out, the nerves completely taking over.

“Ollie…”

“And you are so incredibly good at this… Like, Oh my God… I literally melt when you touch me, and my skin comes alive, and I feel like I’m going to burst inside.”

“Oliver…” he tries again, but I’m too far gone to listen.

“So yeah, I want to make you feel good… as in, I want you to enjoy this just as much as I do… I mean, you’ve probably had others who are ridiculously good at this, and I’m so lost, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to make you feel hot, or turned on, or—”

Damián grabs my hand and guides it downward, pressing my palm firmly against his long, thick erection.

I gasp, instantly falling silent as my eyes snap up to his.

“Is this turned on enough for you, nene?”

Unable to move my hand or say a word, I just stare up at him and nod.

He lets go of my hand and pulls me forward until our bodies are fully pressed together, wrapping me in a delicious hug. One arm circles my back while his other hand cups the nape of my neck. He leans in like he’s going to kiss me, but stops, holding my gaze.

“You don’t have to overthink anything, trust me, I want this just as much as you do, nene.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be. And actually—” He takes my hand without letting go of my back and presses it flat over his chest. I can feel his heart beating fast against my palm, and I look up at him in surprise. “You aren’t the only one who is nervous.”

“How? Why?” I ask, with a mix of happiness and confusion. “You’ve been with plenty of men and women.”

“Ollie, you’re not my first time having sex,” he whispers, leaning in closer. “But you are the first time I’ve done it with someone I actually care about.”

And just like that, my nerves completely evaporate.

Suddenly, it feels like I know exactly what to do.

Because I do.

All I have to do is use everything I have to show this man that I love him with everything I am.

So, I kiss him… slowly… finally taking the time to learn each other’s bodies. We touch, taste, lick, and discover exactly what makes the other completely fall apart.

“Lie down,” Damián murmurs, gesturing to the pillows.

I crawl further onto the mattress and lie back against the sheets. Damián turns to his nightstand, opening the drawer to pull out a closed box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

“You keep lube and condoms here?”

“Call it wishful thinking that one day you’d come here.” Damián grins, pleased that his planning pays off.

He twists the cap, snapping the plastic seal.

Oh wow… he really bought it just for us.