Lex took his time, with a little lick here, a little nibble there. All the while his thumb and forefinger gently tugged at my sensitive nipples, sending stabs of need to my core.

I could feel every inch of his hardness throbbing insistently between our bodies, begging for attention, but still, he didn’t rush. Didn’t make any move to remove the rest of our clothing, just kept on leisurely kissing me and teasing my nipples.

He skimmed the flesh of my belly and the curve of my hip. I held on tight to his shoulders when he paused at the waistband of my teeny tiny shorts.

He lifted his head, and I had to force open heavy-lidded eyes.

“Are you okay with this? I would really like to touch you if you’d let me.”

I gave him a vigorous nod. After all, it would eventually be my turn, and I was dying to have unfettered access to his body. “Yes. It’s okay.”

With what sounded like a muttered exaltation, his hand tucked under the waistband of my shorts and my underwear and slid immediately to my slick folds. Suddenly unable to breathe, I could only grip his shoulders tighter.

Sure fingers slid through my lips, seeking my center. Alexi met my gaze as he found his quarry. Silver eyes, wild with lust, gazed at me, watching my reaction as his questing finger found the center of my torment.

I cried out as he gently sank into me. Alexi held perfectly still except for his questing finger, gently exploring and retreating. Occasionally detouring to swirl around my clit, but always returning to delve just a little deeper inside me. “Jesus, you are so tight. So hot...” He bit his bottom lip as he sank in with two fingers, and his thumb traced circles on my clit.

Molten heat spread through my body. I parted my legs to give him even better access to my folds. “Alexi…”

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is to hear you say my name. Like I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”

My whole body coiled with tension. If I could just… “Alexi, I—”

He kissed my jaw, then whispered. “Tell me what you like. Help me make you come.”

Distress chased away some of the burning need. I didn't know what to tell him. Didn’t know how to let go. I shook my head. “I… I’ve never… I don’t know how…”

He paused and studied me, brows drawn down. “Are you saying that you’ve never had an orgasm?”

I shook my head and sighed. “On my own yes. Just not with anyone. I’m sorry, I don’t think I can. I should have told you. I—” I squeezed my eyes shut, too embarrassed to look at him.