“Gavin, I’m sure.”
“Because there’s no going back from this,” I tell her. “Once we do this, things are going to change between us. Maybe not in a good way.”
She silences me with her lips, pressing them against mine, and I groan as she starts grinding on me again. Somehow, with Emilia, things have never been more complicated.
Or more straightforward.
She kisses my neck and runs her hands up and down my body.
Finally, she stands up, grabs my hand, and pulls me to my feet.
“All right,” she whispers. “You’ve seen me. Your turn.”
I chuckle. Leave it to a virgin to make sure the playing ground is fair.
“Okay, Emmie,” I chuckle, and I start to slowly unbutton my shirt.
“That’s not fair. You’re teasing me.”
“And you fucking love it,” I taunt her, taking my time. Each button seems to take forever. I fight my fingers, reminding them who’s in charge. Is it weird that I’m trembling just a little bit? I’m never nervous when I’m with a girl, but with her...with her, I can’t seem to calm down enough to compose myself.
“I know. Come on, Gavin.”
She eggs me on, and I find myself rushing through the unbuttoning process. I slip my shirt off past my shoulders and shove it to the floor. Then I unbutton the top button on my pants and unzip. She watches me curiously as I push my pants and boxers down at the same time and, like my shirt, shove them away.
Then that’s it.
I’m naked in front of Emilia and I don’t really know what to expect. She’s seen my cock, but she’s never seen all of me. A momentarily jolt of insecurity jerks through my body. What if she doesn’t like what she sees?
Is there a chance that Emilia will reject me?
I don’t know what I’ll do if she sees me and decides that nah, I’m not worth her time. I mean, I’ll respect it. I’ll totally and completely honor that decision, but it’ll hurt all the same.
Apparently, I needn’t have worried, because she steps up to me and starts rubbing her breasts against me like a feral cat. She runs her hands up my chest and down to my cock. Then she grips it with one of those little hands. How she manages to wrap her entire palm around me, I don’t know. I haven’t any clue. All I know is that she’s touching me like she can’t possibly get enough, and that’s an incredible feeling.
She kisses me as she strokes my cock, and I reach between her legs, too.
“You shave,” I murmur. She’s soft and silky.
“Is that weird?”
“No, but...”
“But what?”
“Most of the time, virgins don’t do a lot of grooming.”
She flushes and shakes her head.
“I told you. I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex with lots of guys, Gavin.”
I grab her hair and tug it back, forcing her to look me directly in the eyes.
“No,” I shake my head. “You haven’t, and that’s okay, princess. That’s exactly how it’s supposed to be. You and me, baby. Right here. Right now. Are you ready?”
She licks her lips and then Emilia nods.
“I’m ready.”