He lay back, his beautiful eyes watching my every move. I walked around the bed to lie on my side next to him, pulling the sheet up and around us, cocooning us, protecting him.
I reached out to stroke his cheek and his lips parted. I traced the outline of his mouth with one finger and then leaned over to kiss him, tasting salty tears.
I moved down to his throat, gentle butterfly kisses, my hair sweeping across his chest. Hesitantly, he lifted one hand, skimming along my arm to my shoulder and then, more boldly, down to my breast.
His thumb circled my nipple and I gasped with pleasure. He immediately lifted his hand away.
“No, don’t stop.”
I continued kissing him across his chest and down to his stomach. His hand moved to my buttocks, stroking them carefully.
His erection was stirring again so I kissed him there, feeling his body tremble beneath my feather-light touch.
I lay back down beside him and moved his hand to my thighs.
“You can touch me.”
I guided his hand closer. Folding my fingers over his, I massaged myself with his hand, tilting my hips upwards, sucking in a deep breath when he found my most sensitive place.
“Yes, that’s right. Like that.”
It was pleasurable for a few moments but I wanted more. I took his hand, folding the shorter fingers towards his palm, and slid his index finger inside me.
“Slowly: yes, in and out.”
He followed my instructions carefully, the gentle assault making me moan and writhe. I angled my hips slightly, and moved his thumb so it made sweet circles around my clitoris. I let out a long sigh of pleasure. His warm lips kissed my throat as his hand continued its steady motion.
I didn’t want to have thoughts of David in my overwhelmed brain, but I couldn’t help comparing… this love-making with the selfish sexual demands usually made of me.
I reached down and stroked him, now so firm and erect. I longed to feel him inside me but I was afraid of rushing him again.
I trapped his hand between my thighs and sat up. He looked surprised and suddenly unsure of himself. I leaned over and kissed him, more forcefully this time, rocking onto him. With his free hand, he wound his fingers through my hair and kissed me back, letting himself go further and take more.
Then he ran his hand over my breasts, and gently pulled on one nipple. The sensation was overwhelming and shocking, an orgasm taking me by surprise. His fingers must have felt the ripples of my pleasure and he could see the way my body arched and stiffened. So unexpected, so confusing. For me, orgasms were a solitary pursuit; this was new.
“Are you okay?” he asked hesitantly.
It took me a moment to find my voice. “Yes. Very okay. Very, very okay.”
And for the first time that evening, he smiled.
I’d guessed, and I think I’d guessed right, that this was all new to Sebastian, but he made me feel things I’d never experienced before: love and passion. I just hadn’t realized… I didn’t know it could be like this.
“Now your turn,” I said.
A quizzical expression crossed his face. Then a look of understanding as I sat up and kneeled across him. I leaned down to kiss him and his hands snaked around my back, pulling me towards him. He moaned against my mouth and I pushed myself upright again.
This time I raised my hips and used my hands to guide him inside me. Slowly, I sank down onto him, my eyes closed; I heard him gasp.
At last I could feel every inch of him inside. I took his hands and pressed them against my belly.
“Can you feel yourself inside me?”
His face was filled with amazement.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I can.”
I leaned forwards again, my hands resting on his chest, moving my hips up and down in a steady rhythm. He pushed his head back into the pillow, his mouth open, absorbing the new sensation. I felt his body flexing into mine, pushing himself deep inside me.