was not. A faint trail that started beneath his belly button was it. Otherwise, the skin was smooth and firm, taut over the contours of his muscles.
She traced the fingertips of one hand from the notch at the base of his throat downward, between the curves of his pecs, into the trench between the cans of his six pack. His belly twitched under her touch, and she swept her fingers back up a bit and down again, enjoying that evidence that he liked what she was doing.
There was more evidence than that, and Lia, feeling a little more shy now, dipped lower, following that happy trail where it led, swirling her fingers through thicker hair until she mustered the courage to do this thing she’d never done before. Not even during their first time had she touched Alex like this; she’d been too shy.
Now, with a silver star hanging from her wrist, she overcame her shyness and hooked her hand around him at the base. Alex groaned harshly, and his hips bucked. He was thick and hot, hard and smooth, and Lia remembered how this part of him had spread her wide. It had hurt, no doubt about that, but under the sharp pangs of her virginity finally being evicted, there had been a deep, elemental satisfaction, as if Alex had filled in a piece of her that had been missing.
“I … don’t know what to do, now that I’m here.” Lia tried to make her voice ironic and lighthearted, but what she heard was ineptitude and naïveté.
His eyes met hers as he slipped his hand over hers and showed her the motion he wanted. He slipped through her curled fingers like satin.
“Like that. Yeah. Fuck, Lee, yeah.”
After a few slow strokes, just as she was getting the rhythm and feeling more curious to feel all of him, his hand tightened and stopped hers.
“I don’t want to come like that,” he rasped. “And I don’t want to come yet. I want to make you feel good first.”
“You already have.”
“Not like I want.” With that, he brought her hand up and pushed it into the pillow beside her head. Then he scooted under the covers, dappling kisses and light nips over her skin from her throat down, across her collarbones down, suckling at each nipple to make her squirm and then down, over the curve of her ribcage, her belly, down.
She knew where he was going, and she was thrilled and nervous in equal measure. When he got there, he propped himself on his elbows. Lia peeked into the cave of blankets and saw his eyes flashing in the trickle of candlelight that reached him.
“I love your bare pussy. It’s so smooth and sweet.” While he watched her watch, he flicked his tongue over the freshly-waxed skin, dipped low to lave her folds, her slit. “You taste like dessert. Dolce di Lia.”
Then he planted his face between her legs and sucked her clit into his mouth.
The sensation was so intense, so shockingly outside her experience, Lia squealed and tried to draw away from him, irrationally afraid of too much pleasure. But Alex clamped his hands on her hips and dipped lower, sweeping his tongue deeply through her slit, up to flick over her clit, and then sucked it again. He resisted her flailing with gentle pressure until she was flailing toward him rather than away.
He’d seemed to know that her fear was senseless and would be fleeting. And Lia trusted that if it hadn’t been, he would have let her go.
She was safe with him. He was her protector, after all.
What he was doing to her, however, felt wildly dangerous in the best possible ways. She was on fire, the pleasure was like stabbing blades of electricity charging through her veins, into her muscles, rampaging over her nerve endings. Lia heard herself, the feral noises she threw into the room, the creak of the bed as her body writhed on the satin sheets. She heard Alex, the sound of his tongue, his breath, his own wild grunts of hunger.
And then he put his finger inside her, and then another, right away. The shock of it sent Lia bolt upright, but Alex had slid an arm beneath her to hook around her waist. He pulled sharply, and Lia fell back to the bed.
And came. Loudly, violently, completely. Alex had flown her into the entire sun.
Just at the moment she thought she might recover from an overdose of bliss and survive, he came