Courageous Love - Jerry Cole Page 0,26

caught on and even slipped an arm around my waist. I had to lean down to kiss him properly, but the magic was worth the arch in my back.

“Adam,” he whispered against my lips. Then he stumbled backwards, his face washed with red. “Oh my God?”

“Did you like that?”

He looked down, his long hair covering his eyes. “That was my first kiss.”

My eyes widened. “Is that a yes?”

He surged forward, on the very tip of his toes and smashed his lips back into mine.

It was definitely a yes.

Chapter Fourteen

“I want you to be in charge here,” I said calmly as I ran my fingers through his hair which didn’t just look like a cloud, it felt as soft as one too.

“You don’t mind?” He asked nervously.

“Mind what?” I asked while curling a lock around my finger.

“That I’m, you know, a virgin?” Cecil muttered into my chest.

A laugh rumbled through me. “As long as you don’t mind, I’m anything but.”

“I don’t mind. I’m not judging you for that at all,” he said quickly looking up at me with his wide pale eyes.

“And I’m not going to judge you for not having any experience. I’ll help you through it.” I wanted him to feel loved and comfortable. I wanted to make sure his first time was done the way he wanted it.

“I don’t really know where to start,” he said and let out a small nervous laugh. “Like I know how this works I’m not sheltered either. It’s. I’m sorry. I’m nervous.”

“It’s fine.” I remembered how I was my first time; it was kind of a mess but a fondly remembered mess. “How about I try something, and if you ever feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I will,” I explained.

He nodded. “That sounds good.”

We were in Cecil’s bedroom. He had one of those fancy four post beds made of a rich dark wood and framed dried flowers hanging on every wall in his room. We stood near the bed where we had been kissing when Cecil asked in the politest, and adorable, voice if we could go further.

I slowly sunk to my knees and rested my hands on the front of the jeans he was wearing. I looked up at him and he was so red he was almost purple. “Is this fine?”

He nodded. It seemed like he couldn’t even form words. But it wasn’t a bad nervous, I could tell by the way his eyes wouldn’t let me go, even as shaky as he was.

I unbuttoned his pants and then worked his zipper down. With another nod I slipped his pants down past his beautiful petite behind and then down his legs. He quickly stepped out of them and there he was in his button up hanging just over the edge of his boxers. I could just see the growing bulge like a half opened present.

“You’re so amazing,” I breathed out as I ran my hands from his hips, down to his thighs.

“It’s just my legs,” Cecil said way more humbly than I would have been with legs like his.

I tried not to shake too much from laughter as I unbuttoned the bottom three buttons on his shirt fully revealing the dark gray boxers that I would work on next.

“Still feeling good?” I asked as my fingers played with the waistband.

“Just,” I felt his shiver under my fingertips. He regained some composure. “You don’t have to keep asking. I promise I’ll let you know. I’m enjoying this. A lot.”

I let my right-hand stray down to his bulge and danced over it. “I can tell,” my voice hot and heavy.

He shivered under me again and I took that moment to start working down his boxers. His erection was finally freed. It rested against his chest and I just had to reach out and play with it. It began to respond to my touch and Cecil began groaning. He sounded so soft even with his grunts of pleasure but I wanted to see if I could change that.

“Sorry it’s not very big,” Cecil said guiltily.

I shook my head. “I can tell you’ve only got your sex ed from the internet. All sizes are fine with me if you know what you’re doing. And I know what I’m doing. Besides, you aren’t exactly tiny babe,” the endearment slipped off my tongue easy as anything.

He blushed again. “If you say so, babe.”

The rush I got from him calling me the name back was so strong that it urged me forward. I took the