It was my first time. I had never had a man in my mouth before, had never even had a boyfriend. The closest I had come to intimacy was the occasional kiss, stolen in the dark when no one was watching. But this—this was something entirely different. Something I was completely unprepared for.
I didn't think this was the time to tell him that I had no experience whatsoever. I didn't want to tell him. I wanted to try.
My fingers fumbled awkwardly with the waistband of his shorts, my gaze fixed on the fabric rather than on him. I couldn’t bring myself to look up, couldn’t face the intensity of his eyes. Instead, I focused on the task at hand, my heart pounding in my chest as if it might burst through my ribcage at any moment.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, so intense that it seeme
