“Why don’t we find out?” He unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted my hips so he could pull them down. Then I sat up and pulled my tee over my head.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes traveled up and down my body and to my surprise, I didn’t feel self-conscious. It wasn’t light enough for him to see everything, but he was getting an eyeful.
Where I grew up, I always worried about how I looked or what I was wearing. Mostly, because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I rarely did anything to make myself look pretty. I didn’t wear clothes that showed off my body and kept my hair simple. My whole life, I had the sense that I was meant to hide so if anyone noticed me, I would shut down, find a way to flee.
With Alec, I didn’t need to do that. He made me feel like it was safe to be who I was. And I had to admit, it was nice to have someone tell you that you’re beautiful.
“Are you going to kiss me or are you just going to stare at me?” I demanded playfully.
Alec growled again as he pounced on top of me. The cot shuddered and collapsed, sending us both tumbling to the ground. We rolled over and I was now on top of him.
“Guess it won’t hold both of us,” he mused.
I laughed. “You owe me a new cot.”
“I have a real bed in my place and I could probably make some room for one more,” he said.
“Was that a sleepover invitation?” I asked.
“Maybe,” he said.
“You don’t even know if the sex is good yet,” I warned.
“The company is,” he said.
My heart fucking melted right there. I was so in trouble with this one. Alec was all the things I thought I never wanted. I’d spent my whole life avoiding the alpha-types. In a million years, I never would have guessed I’d lose my virginity to one of them.
I leaned down and kissed him, gently this time. He returned the motion with soft, tender kisses. Then he grabbed hold of me and turned so I was under him.
Breaking the kiss, he began to move his lips lower. He kissed my jaw and my neck before moving to my breasts.
When his tongue found my sensitive nipples, I gasped in surprise. He knew exactly how to make my body respond. Just as I was appreciating the feel of his lips and tongue, his hand moved to my inner thigh. Gently pressing on my leg, he parted them, and his finger began to work my clit.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the sensations came together in unison. Breathing faster, my hips lifted and lowered as he increased speed and pressure, driving me closer to orgasm. It didn’t take long before a wave of pleasure rolled through me and I cried out as climax crashed around me.
But he didn’t stop there. Slowly, he inserted a finger inside me and I tensed, my eyes widening. I knew this was where we were going, this was what I wanted, but this was new.
He stopped, removing the finger. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop,” I said.
With a grin, he slid the finger back inside me, and he moved his head lower, until he was positioned between my legs. I knew what he was doing, of course, I’d heard lots of conversations about sex, but I had no idea what to expect.
Then his tongue flicked over my clit and I suddenly understood all the hype. “Holy shit.”
He added another finger inside me as he continued to suck and lick my clit. I winced as he stretched me, but I adjusted surprisingly quickly and the moment of discomfort gave way to increased pleasure.
“Oh my gods,” I gasped.
I gripped the sleeping bag on the floor under me, squeezing the fabric between my hands as the pressure built. I’d never felt anything like this. My hips were moving in time to his motions, my back arched, I was panting, struggling to get a full breath as the pleasure built. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and an explosion of sensation coursed through me. “Fuck!”
Alec stopped what he was doing and looked up at me with a self-satisfied expression.
Sweaty and shaky, I smiled. “You have a gift.”
“That was just the appetizer,” he said.
“I don’t know how you’ll top that,” I challenged.