-I hadn’t been dating him for long before things grew serious between us. Light kissing when I was only trying to watch a movie turned into full-blown making out, which turned into touches over clothes, and the next thing I knew, I was stopping him to watch him cover the bulge in his pants with a small couch pillow. All the while, I knew I’d need to change my drenched panties later.

I didn’t mind, however, even if I was always nervous and shy when it came to such things with him.

Okay, I did mind, which only made me anxious—full of nerves as the insecurities over my inexperience came rushing back. Anytime he began touching me, I knew any second I could lose control.

Not that I didn’t want to go there with him—I definitely, most certainly did, and I knew he would take good care of my body—but I couldn’t shake the worries over something I had never done before.

“I could please you in other ways,” he whispered in my ear as we got heated between the sheets of my bed one lazy afternoon. He knew I didn’t want to go so far just yet, but he wanted me to trust him. He wanted me to know he could make me feel good while letting out some of the sexual frustration we had both been bottling inside.

“Um,” I hesitated, feeling his mouth against my neck and his hand at my hip, caressing over the comfy pajama shorts I was wearing. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine, but also had the nerves rising. I was curious about what he was thinking, yet worried at the same time, feeling my insides buzz with anticipation and the heat from being so sexually frustrated rise to my face.

“I promise it will feel good.” His tone remained gentle, calm, and comforting, letting me know I didn’t have to do anything with him if I didn’t want to. But if I did… he would take care of me.

His body pressed into me as he lay nuzzled between my legs, his excitement unmistakable—hard and thick against me—letting me know he wanted me just as much as I fantasized about giving myself to him. My heart pounded with a heavy thump in my throat, and I gulped at the sensation of his open-mouthed kisses against my sensitive skin. His careful fingers lingered at the hem of my shorts, trying to push my anxieties away, because I did want to do more with him.

I whispered his name, watching as his head rose from my body to look at me with hopeful eyes. “I do want to. Well, I want to try...”

That was all he needed to hear. He tried to hide his grin as he rose to his knees, though he still kept his head lowered.

“Are you sure? You know I would never rush you if you’re uncomfortable.” Every syllable was thick with urgency, waiting for my answer. I nodded and closed my eyes, feeling him press his lips against mine to seal the deal. His hands pushed the bottom of my shirt up, waiting for me to take it upon myself to pull it over my head slowly before dropping it to the floor.

Suddenly, his body rose as he tossed the blankets off both of us, his gaze roaming over me—studying every outline, every inch of skin and curve—licking his lips at the sight. I peeked at him for only a moment before throwing an arm over my face, unable to watch as he reached for my shorts and peeled them from my legs. I couldn’t bear to see him tuck his fingers beneath the band of my panties, or the eager look in his eyes as he undressed me, leaving me in nothing but a bra before him.

“Wow,” he sighs, gazing over my nearly naked frame, clearly loving what he sees. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to lose my courage to silly insecurities, knowing he has always been patient and careful with me. A moment later, he leans in, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead before his lips travel to my cheek, then beneath my ear.

“I’m just going to kiss you.” His voice is soft, soothing, meant to ease my worries as he peppers more pecks, nibbles, and gentle flicks of his tongue across my skin. He knows my chest is rising and falling in short, nervous breaths as he makes his way down my body.

He kisses between my breasts, leaving his own little marks of love down my stomach, finally stopping at my legs. He glances up at me, spotting how I’m still covering my face, too shy to look at him, so he presses his lips to the tops of my knees before a careful hand slips between my thighs to part them.

His eyes can’t help but rest on the sight before him, taking in how swollen and aroused I am—how wet I’ve already become from just having him undress and kiss me. This time, he’s the one gulping, his hands caressing up and down my thighs to relax me, though he can’t seem to pull his gaze away.

“Are you okay?” he asks, glancing up only for a moment to see me nod beneath my arm shielding my face, before lowering his head between my thighs.

He plants soft, sweet kisses between them, taking his time as if cherishing the moment forever. My heart pounds harder than ever before as he tends to my aching, needing body, desperate for release. I tremble beneath him, too anxious yet too excited, knowing this is the moment he finally gets to show me attention in ways he never has before. To have his hands on me in places they’ve never been. To have his lips please me, making me moan, twitch, shake, come.

I feel his breath on my center, knowing any moment he will taste me, that his tongue will swipe through my wetness, gathering my arousal on his skin and swallowing every drop. It’s too late to back out now. I need him to please me, to take care of me. I need to come from the pleasure he offers.

He presses his mouth to my mound, letting me know he’s getting close, but he’s still taking his time, and the nerves tug in the back of my mind—confusing me, pulling me every which way because I’m still scared. Scared it won’t feel good, scared it will feel too good, scared I won’t get off or maybe it will be awkward, and—

“Wait—Oh my God!”

The moment his tongue touches me, I’m already whimpering praises. My head begins spinning, nerves and pleasure blending into one big fuzzy mess in my mind as he teases up and down my slit, dipping inside my dripping entrance for a moment before returning to tease my swollen, aching clit.

“Oh my—fuck!”

I’m gone. His skilled tongue turns me into a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him, my hips rolling to grind myself against his mouth. His hands wrap around my thighs, and his tongue circles and flicks over my clit before his lips form an ‘O’ shape, sucking lightly.

I hold my breath. Then release.

I moan his name. I buck my hips, curse, and tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. He groans deeply—rough, eager, excited—each of my reactions encouraging him to take it a step further.

Suddenly, he removes one hand from my thigh to position a finger at the entrance of my pussy, his tongue still licking ever so slowly against my hot and needy folds, pleasuring me in ways I never imagined. Then, with a slow, careful motion, he pushes the digit in, sending my head tilting back as a desperate gasp falls from my lips. My legs tighten around him instinctively.

He pushes his finger deeper, curling it inside me to hit that perfect spot, and I can’t help but tug at his hair with desperation.

“Oh…” I exhale his name, unable to find the words—or the breath—to speak as he slides in another finger to join the first. He curls them again just as his tongue drags up my clit, then relaxes them as he licks back down. He repeats this motion, again and again, urging me toward the edge just as quickly as I’m falling deeper into bliss.

He loves my reaction to him—I can hear it in the way he hungrily groans between my shaking thighs. He loves getting to finally taste me, to feel my arousal against his tongue, painting his skin with my pleasure. He loves getting to finally please me, to finally hear the moans spilling from my lips, to finally watch my legs tremble around him while my hips buck against his touch. He loves when my voice strains as I call out for him. He loves how tightly I hold the strands of his hair between my fingers. He loves it all—making it clear as his tongue speeds up, circling my clit even faster while his fingers push deeper inside my soaked, clenched walls just to hear me cry out his name even louder.

“Don’t stop…” I whine, realizing I’ve done a complete 180 from earlier. Now I need his mouth on me. I need him to touch me, to please me.

He has no intention of stopping—not by a long shot. Not until I’m coming undone, spilling over his flesh. He wants to give me that release, thrusting his fingers harder inside me and sucking my clit until my back arches off the bed and moans pour freely from my lips. I don’t care who hears me anymore.

Curses fill the room. His name leaves my mouth a million times, each syllable strained and breathless. Whimpers of please and almost there hit his ears over and over again, telling him just how close I am as my thighs squeeze around him and my hips roll against his mouth.

With a few more thrusts of his fingers, a few more flicks of his tongue, I finally snap—pleasure ripping through me, warmth surging from between my legs to every nerve in my body. I shiver, tremble, lose myself beneath him, my head tossing back, my fingers gripping his hair even tighter, my walls clenching desperately around his fingers as my legs lock around his head.

And as I come down, his movements slow. He licks me gently, sweetly, until my clit becomes far too sensitive, and I’m pushing his head away, breathless and completely spent.

I feel like I’m floating. Out of my mind. Out of my body.

I want to sleep. I want a hot bubble bath. Maybe even a drink.

But most of all, I want him.

I slowly open my eyes, peeking at him as he sits back on his knees, staring down at me with a satisfied grin. He wipes away the remnants of my orgasm from his mouth before crawling up to lay beside me on the bed. His hand falls against my stomach, and I instinctively scoot against his chest, feeling comfortable, feeling safe, feeling more secure than ever before.

“Did you like that?” he chuckles in a hushed tone, leaning in to press his lips to my ear.

All I can do is close my eyes, grin, and nod.

Heat rushes to my cheeks—sudden embarrassment creeping in from feeling so vulnerable, from letting myself go so completely with him. But I know he enjoyed it just as much as I did.

And that makes every single second worth it.

However… it’s clear from the bulge in his pants just how much he enjoyed it.

Letting me know that if I’m up for it… I could return the favor.