It was the first time I’d ever seen this part of a man in person. I wanted to touch it, to see what kind of reaction he would have, but I was afraid he wouldn’t like it. I was afraid I would do it wrong.
I decided to start at the inside of his thighs, the way he did to me. The skin here wasn’t as smooth as his upper body. Hair covered the tops of his legs and grew thickly just above his penis.
As I went up, I cupped his balls in my hand, gently brushing my thumb in an even circle around them before giving them a very gentle squeeze and moving on.
I glanced up at him, again unsure, but his eyes were closed and his breathing was labored, so I assumed I was doing it right.
With that little bit of encouragement, I wrapped my hand around the base of his hardness and gently stroked upward. This was the silkiest, softest part on his entire body. The head was a little bit wider than the rest, and as I slid upward, my hand caught just beneath it and he jerked, a moan ripping from his chest.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Holt said, his voice strained.
“What? No.” I pulled my hand away, thinking I’d done something wrong.
He made a sound and pushed me back on the bed, coming over me, his weight pinning me to the mattress.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Freckles. You did everything so perfectly that if I allow you to touch me anymore, the fun will be over before it begins.”
I reached up and ran a hand against his soft beard, enjoying the way it tickled my palm.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, giving me a quick kiss before disappearing into his adjoining bathroom. I took the opportunity to slide up onto the bed, placing my head near the pillows.
Several seconds later, he reappeared with a small foil packet in his hand. He tossed it beside me and lay down on the bed.
I kind of thought this would be the part where we—you know—did it. But I was wrong. He started kissing me again, paying attention to every single part of me like I was something that needed to be cherished.
I snuck in some touches and caresses myself, but for the most part, he wouldn’t let me touch him, saying there would be plenty of time for that later.
Eventually, he settled between my still-trembling legs, the length of him teasing my entrance. He kissed me, and then I heard the tearing of the foil pack and his hands left me completely.
Before settling against me again, he placed his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushed my legs open wide. Using two of his fingers, he gently slid into my core, making me groan in anticipation.
“You’re ready for me,” he said softly, pulling out and then coming over me once more. “I’ll be gentle,” he swore.
Nerves tightened my body a little, and I grabbed on to his hips, waiting for the pain I knew was supposed to come.
“Look at me, Katie,” he demanded, and so I did.
He was gorgeous and there was so much emotion swirling in his face that I cupped his jaw and pressed a kiss to his lips.
He joined our bodies in one swift motion.
I cried out, not because it hurt—though it did just a little—but because the sensation of him filling me almost sent me over the edge.
He held himself still, holding his weight above me with shaking arms.
I kissed his shoulder. I kissed his neck. I turned my head and kissed his bicep. He started to move then, tentative slow movements at first, but then they began to grow.
“Tell me you’re okay,” he whispered in my ear.
“I’m perfect.”
He pulled out and then plunged into me again and again, completely rocking my entire world. Tension began to build within me, and I started to move with him, seeking sweet release.
Holt dipped his head and drew one of my nipples into his mouth, scrapping over it with his teeth.
I cried out, my entire body shuddering as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. I grabbed hold of him, hanging on, afraid I might spin away.
Above me his body went rigid and with one final plunge, I felt his release in my center. His hardness jerked again and again, stroking against the walls of my cervix.
“Holy fuck,” he said after a few minutes of nothing but our heavy breathing. He rolled off of me, collapsing onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. “That was…” His words died away.
“Was it okay?” I asked, my body singing. It had never been so satisfied, ever. I just hoped he felt the same.
He laughed. “That right there was every man and boy’s wet dream come to life.”
I guess that meant it was good.
He rolled onto his side and placed a hand against my head. “What about you? Feel okay?”
I heard the slightest bit of self-doubt in his tone, and I smiled. “This right here was the best first time any girl or woman has ever had.”
He grinned. He had a really good grin.
“Who’s the man?” he sang.
“You are definitely the man,” I said, laughing.
He gave me a quick kiss and then bounded into the bathroom, where I heard the water run and the toilet flush. I knew I needed to clean myself up as well, but I couldn’t find the energy to get out of bed. Holt returned, still completely naked, but this time his, um… parts weren’t standing at attention.
He was carrying a small white cloth and he climbed between my legs and proceeded to clean me up. “You don’t have to do that,” I said, suddenly feeling very shy.
“It’s my job to take care of you,” he said, no hint of challenge in his voice. It was as if he appointed himself my sole caretaker and it was the most important job he would ever have.
Suddenly it didn’t seem like such a bad thing to be taken care of by Holt.
When he was done cleaning me up, he tossed the cloth into the bathroom where it smacked against the tile floor. He stretched out alongside me, gathered me into his arms, and rested his chin atop my head.
I lifted my head and looked down at him through the very dim lighting. “Will you let me take care of you, too?”
His face softened and he smiled. “Yeah.”
I settled back against him, feeling a gentle swelling in my chest.
After a few moments, he said, “So how are you going to take care of me?”
I slid my hand across his stomach and down toward his hips. His chest rumbled with pleasure, but he caught my hand. “Not so fast there. Your body is going to need a little time to adjust.”
“I feel fine,” I grumbled, and then my stomach growled loudly.
“Sounds to me like someone needs to eat.”
“How about ice cream?”
“Ice cream it is,” he said, patting the side of my hip.