Page 181 of Nyx

My experience is very limited, and it was always a selfish act on my ex's part. What we've done so far is already a million times better than anything I experienced with Graham.

"Still good," he says, obviously finding the expiration date.

He tosses the condom on the bed at my hip before tossing the wallet on his dresser, ignoring it when it hits the top before bouncing to the floor.

"This isn't weird for you?" I ask, resisting the urge to cover up my bare breasts or suck in my stomach so I look smaller for him.

"What's that?" he asks, his hands pausing on his belt.

"All the conversation," I clarify.

"I don't find it weird," he says. "It would be weird if we just stripped and had sex."

"You've never wanted to do that?" I ask, remembering all the times there were no words spoken before I was expected to be ready for intercourse.

He narrows his eyes at me. "This feels like a trap."

I chuckle. "It's not a trap."

He considers his answer for a second before speaking.

"If we had been lovers for a while and we knew exactly what the other wanted and liked, then yes. I can see us just getting right to it, but that's not the case tonight."

"So you're being respectful?"

His smile is slow, but it looks a little devious as he runs his eyes down my body.

"Do you want to be disrespected, Juliet?"

"Is that what it's going to take for you to keep doing what you were doing before?"

I watch as his hands work to open his belt.

"That's not disrespectful. That's worship."

"Then worship me some more," I urge, my eyes following every movement of his hands.

He pauses with his fingers on his zipper after flicking open the button on his jeans, and I know he realizes he has my full attention.

He releases his zipper and bends down, working open the laces of his boots, kicking them aside before standing again.

I'm just as entranced when his fingers go right back to his zipper. The sound of the teeth coming apart is the equivalent of a winning bell on a slot machine that just hit the jackpot.

I had no idea this was what was in store for me when I told him I wanted to kiss him earlier. It's so much more.

This isn't going to be just sex. It's going to be an experience of a lifetime.

He hooks his thumbs into both his jeans and boxer briefs before slowly pushing them down his hips.

His cock springs free, the head of it dark and in desperate need of attention, and when he kicks his jeans and boxers away, I find myself entranced at the sight of it and unable to look away.

It's... generous to say the least.

I watch as his hand reaches down, fingers curling around the shaft before working up and down it a few times. The tip glistens, my mouth watering to do the very thing that I always thought I hated.

"You look-"

"Ready to worship?" I interrupt, lifting my eyes slowly to his.