“Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me, Evan. Please, now.” No sweeter words have ever been spoken.
Give. Me. Strength.
I slide my hand beneath her shorts, kissing her neck, sucking her ear, breathing in her scent. I’m dizzy and physically anguished I’m so hard, but this is about Laney, emerging, just for me.
That first touch, her first touch, all mine. My hand gently slides down beneath her panties, feathering light touches against her untouched treasure.
“Oh God, Evan,” she moans and digs her fingers into my hair, kissing me with a desperate need I’ve never seen from her.
“You’re so perfect,” I whisper on her lips. “Mmmmm, we’re always perfect together,” she purrs.
Damn, my little beginner is good with the pillow talk. I continue with the gentle caresses, slow and savoring, but she tells me with her grip and moans; my lil tiger wants more. I give it to her, and watch in awe as she soon comes apart on my hand. Her breathing calms slowly and she finally opens her eyes, giving me the sweetest smile.
“That was amazing,” she hums out lazily.
I’ve never seen anything more so, and will replay it in my mind for the rest of my life. “Laney, was that your first orgasm?” I know without a doubt it’s the first at someone else’s hand, but I’ve often wondered if my girl pleasures herself. I suspect not.
“Yes, and I must say...I’m a fan.” I knew it.
I laugh softly, she’s so cute. “They get better, baby.
I can’t wait to show you it all.”
“How do you know it all?” she asks me with a slight narrowing of her eyes.
I don’t know it all, technically, and I don’t want to go into exacts, so I answer evasively, yet honestly. “I don’t, but I can’t wait to learn with you. I want to give you everything. Every experience I want you to have with me, always.”
Truly, I will kill any other man who ever touches her. Laney Jo is mine, forever.
“Me too, babe, you and me,” she says, leaning to kiss me softly. “Can I touch you now?”
“Sweetheart, you can do anything you want. And for future reference, you never have to ask.”
She laughs out loud and slowly moves her hand below my waistband. The trail under her fingers leaves my skin on fire, and when she runs one fingertip all the way down my cock, I grind my teeth. She pulls down my pants and just stares...and stares.
“Umm, sugar, you okay? Feeling a little exposed.” She blushes and bites her bottom lip. “Sorry, I just, um, it’s just...”
I can’t help but laugh a little; I know she’s never seen one before. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you’re thinking, sweet girl.”
She takes a deep breath. “It’s...beautiful. I mean, I guess, I mean, I think it is...and big, like how does...um...?”
Oh yeah. Damn, my girl is adorable. She’s my innocently curious vixen and I get to share every first with her. I get to be her only. I get to show her exactly what happens and how things feel when a man loves a woman with everything he is.
“Come here, cutie.” I pull her in for a kiss, rubbing my hands up and down her arms to relax her. “Laney, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, baby.”
“Oh, no you don’t, mister! I wanna play, and you’re gonna teach me,” she says with her stubborn lil sass. But then she turns sultry and takes my hand with hers down to my aching erection. “Show me what to do, Evan. Show me what you like.”
Yes, Ma’am.
Chapter Thirteen
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The rest of the summer flew by in a blissful yet shadowed haze, Evan and I exploring our relationship even as the looming end to it drew near, eventually leaving me alone to settle into “Operation: Laney’s a Big Girl.”
I miss him.
It’s only been two weeks, but the texts and calls every day don’t begin to fill the void. I need to see him, hold him, smell him... I’m miserable without him.
Our last day together haunts me. In the end, I won the argument, an empty victory; we would not be starting college as a “couple.”
“It’s nothing but space, Laney,” he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead. “It means nothing. I’m still yours. I’ll always be yours.” Holding me tight, kissing me tenderly, he’s trying not to tear up.
God, he feels so right against me. Can I just crawl inside and go with him? How do I possibly meet each day without Evan?
“It’s not goodbye, my love, it’s just see ya later. Remember that, okay?” His hands hold my face, forcing me to look into his beautiful blue eyes; the eyes that twinkle with my smiles and cloud with my frowns. Eyes that have watched over me for so many years.