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“Really?”
“Only about two-thirds do it, and only about a third enjoy it, apparently.”
“Hmm. Well, it sounds as if you’re breaking rule number one there.”
His lips curve up. “Just me and you?”
“Just me and you.” I stroke him again, fascinated by the way it reveals the head. Now I see why it needs lubrication. I add some, then close my mouth over the end, scooping my hair over one shoulder so he can see what I’m doing.
“Fuck.” He falls back and covers his face with his hands.
Feeling powerful and in control, I wash my tongue over the end and then slide my lips down the shaft. Oh wow, this is hot. I lick and suck, thoroughly enjoying myself, thrilled when I feel his hand slide to the back of my head, his fingers tightening in my hair. He holds me there with gentle pressure, encouraging me to go further, and I take him deep into my mouth, as deep as I can, and suck.
“Alice…” He releases my head and puts his hands on my upper arms. I carry on, enjoying myself too much. “Alice,” he says more urgently when I don’t move.
I lift my head. “What?”
“You’ve got to stop.”
I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth. “Sorry. Was I doing it wrong?”
He gives a short laugh. “No. Quite the opposite. But I’m only human, and it’ll defeat the whole point of this exercise.”
“I don’t understand.”
He holds me and twists so I’m on my back, then looks down at me. “We’re here to take away your virginity, and if you carry on like that, I’m going to come.”
“You mean in my mouth?”
“Yeah.”
“Ohhh… yes, do that. I want to know what it tastes like.”
“Jesus.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder.
I stroke his hair. “You okay?”
“Just counting to ten.”
I kiss the top of his head. “I’m sorry. I’m like a kid in a sweet shop. There are so many wonderful things to choose from.”
He lifts his head and studies me for a moment. “I want to make love to you this first time, okay?”
“We’re ‘making love’ now?” I tease.
But he only smiles. “Yeah, I think so, don’t you?”
Touched, I say, “Maybe.” I look up into his beautiful brown eyes, cup his cheek with a hand, and brush my thumb across his beard. “Even this fascinates me,” I murmur.
“My beard?”
“Facial hair. I love the way you’re so different from me. Bigger, stronger, heavier. You smell so good.”
“My cologne?”
“Yeah, but not just that. Your skin.” I nuzzle the crook of his neck. “I like this.” I touch his Adam’s apple. He swallows, and I laugh as it rises and dips. “I like your haircut.” He turns his head, and I brush my fingers from the longer strands on top to where it fades almost to nothing at the nape of his neck. I stroke him there, and he shivers. “It must be very strange for you,” I say, “being with someone who’s so naïve. Is it frustrating?”
“No.” He doesn’t elaborate, but his expression suggests he’s actually enjoying himself. His gaze drops to my mouth. “I like this.” He bends his head and kisses my Cupid’s bow. Then he gives me a proper kiss, and our tongues tangle as he delves his into my mouth.
