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He pushes himself up on his arms, creating a small distance between our chests. “What’s going on, baby?”
“Please don’t leave me.” I close my eyes tight, bracing myself to feel the loss of him. “I … I’ve never had sex before. I, um, everything we just did was a first for me, too.”
My eyes stay shut. I squeeze them as tight as I can, not wanting to open them to see his regret. I feel a breath escape him, and I worry he’s going to pick up and leave me. It’s obviously too much to deal with a twenty-five-year-old virgin.
“Kat, open your eyes and look at me.” Bryce whispers.
Slowly, I peel my eyes open to see him staring fiercely back. I shake under him, tears threatening to break free.
“I don’t care that you’re a virgin. Or that this is a first of many for you. I don’t even care if that was your first orgasm. None of that scares me or would make me leave you.” He stops for a moment, and I cut in.
“That was my first orgasm.” I murmur, feeling my entire body flush with embarrassment.
“You’ve never had an orgasm? Not even by yourself?”
“Um, no. I’ve never done that to myself. I always wanted to try, but I’d freak out and be afraid I’d do it wrong.” I was always too embarrassed talk to about these things with Vicki. If she knew I had never given myself an orgasm, we’d be headed straight to the nearest sex toy store. It’s not as if I had friends in school where I could listen in or talk about this stuff with, either. I struggled so much with being alone and trying to survive the bullying. By the time I met Vicki, I just kept it to myself, figuring eventually I would get to experience it all.
Bryce instantly beams. There’s a hunger in his eyes when he leans in and softly kisses my lips. He sucks on my lower lip gently.
“I’m going to love watching you experience new things, Kitty Kat.” He pulls back and locks eyes with me. “We’ll go as slow as you want. There’s no pressure to do anything.”
My breathing quicken as he runs his hand along my side. “I’m not ready yet.” I shake my head. “But can you teach me how to … you know … with my hand?” I look down at his erection, biting my lip.
“You want to learn how to get me off … with your hand?” Bryce asks, kissing my neck again. He moves to my earlobe and softly nibbles on it, sending shivers down my spine.
I let out a throaty moan. “Yes … yes, I do.” Bryce lies on his side and turns me to face him. He reaches out and brings my hand towards him before wrapping it around his manhood. While he’s as hard as stone, his skin feels like velvet in my hand.
As soon as I touch him, he groans. He wraps his hand around mine and moves it up and down, causing him to inhale sharply. Bryce’s eyes squeeze shut, and his breathing grows short and fast.
“Kat…” he grunts. He lets go of my hand and allows me to take control.
I move faster along his length, squeezing a little tighter. That makes his hips jerk involuntarily. He moans in satisfaction.
Bryce’s head falls back and his lips part as I continue to work him. He soon lets out a pleased rumble.
“I’m gonna come, Kat.” His voice is strained. All of a sudden, I feel a warm liquid spilling onto my hands and chest as Bryce roars out in ecstasy.
As he comes down from his orgasm, he leans closer to kiss me. “I’m going to get something to clean us up with. Be right back,” He vaults out of bed, heading towards the bathroom, and I get a nice shot of his magnificent ass. I giggle at the sight of it, like a teenager.
When Bryce walks back into the room, he wipes my hand and chest clean with a wet washcloth. Once he’s satisfied that it’s all off, he tosses the washcloth in the nearby hamper, then slides back into bed with me.
“Thank you,”he mumbles against my mouth after he kisses me again, pulling me close.
I raise an eyebrow. “For what?”
“For trusting me with your firsts.” Bryce brushes the hair that falls in front of my face away. “I want you to know that I’ll do everything I can to make sure that it’s special for you, whenever you’re ready.” His eyes meet mine.
There’s no reason to say anything, so I simply nod and press my lips against his. We spend the rest of the night holding each other. He traces his fingers along my skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Eventually, my eyes get heavy. Bryce can tell I’m getting ready to fall asleep. He takes his thumb and places it on my chin, kissing my lips gingerly.
He cups my cheek and whispers, “Sleep, Kitty Kat.”
Before I can respond, I doze off.
The next morning, I wake to pleasant smells coming from the kitchen. Bryce isn’t in the bed, so he must be cooking me breakfast. I get up and put on some yoga pants and his t-shirt. Next, I walk into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and pull my hair up in a messy bun.
I wander out to the kitchen and find him standing over the stove making French toast. For a moment, I take in the sight. He truly is the epitome of sexy. I place my hip against the counter and bite my lip. He’s all muscles, but he moves around the kitchen gracefully. He senses my presence without even turning around.