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There’s a hitch in her breath. "I—I don’t think so."

"You would know if you had," I tell her.

"Then no."

"Alright," I say. "I want you to touch yourself for me."

She looks at me, confusion and embarrassment warring in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

I reach out, gently pushing her from her side onto her back before taking her hand and placing it on her stomach. "I mean, I want you to touch yourself," I say. "I want you to explore your own body. I want you to find out what feels good, and I want to have the absolute pleasure of watching you make yourself come for the firsttime."

She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving mine. "I... I don't know how."

"That's the point. You're going to learn. And I'm going to help you."

I shift so my palm is against the top of her hand, and I help her guide it down her stomach, over the waistband of her pajama pants, and between her legs. She gasps softly, and that little sharp intake of breath makes me wonder how she’ll look the first time I’m inside her.

"That's it," I say. "Now, rub yourself slowly. Move your fingers like this." With my hand over the top of hers, I’m careful not to touch her anywhere else as I guide her hand in small, slow circles. "Try out different pressures. Find out what feels good."

She hesitates for a moment when I let go, then begins to move her hand on her own, adjusting her fingers until I catch another gasp coming from her lips. Her eyes flutter closed as her head falls back against the pillow.

"Mmm, seems like you found the spot," I murmur, my mouth only inches from her ear.

She nods.

"Now, I want you to move your hand under your pants and underwear and rub that same spot for me."

She follows my instructions perfectly, letting out a soft whimper as she touches herself again.

"Are you wet for me?"

"Yes," she breathes.

"Good." My cock is hard as a fucking rock as I watch her, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to not take over. I do, however, lean over to cover her lips with my own, unable to fight the urge to kiss her any longer.

"That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Tell me what you’refeeling right now."

Her voice is breathy when she answers, "It’s like a… pressure. But a good one."

"Good. Keep going, and do what feels good, whether that’s the same pace or harder and faster. That pressure is going to keep building the longer you touch yourself until you come."

Her breathing picks up and her hand moves faster, and I can tell she’s close. God, she’s so fucking sexy lying here touching herself, with her hair splayed out across the pillow and her eyes scrunched shut. Her breaths turn into soft whimpers and moans.

"Don’t stop touching yourself until you know it’s over," I murmur in her ear. "Come for me, Claire."

She does only a few seconds later, crying out as her hips move against her hand and her head falls to the side, pressing against my chest.

"That’s right, baby. Let me hear you." She comes so beautifully. My own lust grows almost unbearable as I watch her fingers work her clit under her pajama pants as she rides out her first orgasm ever. God damn, what a sight to see.

Finally, her touch slows and she pulls her hand out of her pants. Her head stays against my chest as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

We lie there in the dark, lost in the moment, and it hits me that I’ll do anything to see her fall apart from my touch.

But as the moment fades, reality sets in. The realization of what I've done, of what I've started. The knowledge that I can't take it back, that I can't undo it. There’s no turning back from here.

She looks up at me with those big, brown eyes and gives me a shy smile, and it temporarily washes away my worry. I canstress later about what this might mean for us, but right now, I’m going to enjoy every second in the afterglow with her.

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