“Abbie.” He kissed me softly. “C’mon, look at me. In here, it’s just you and me. Why don’t you tell me if something feels good, and we’ll start from there. What do you think? Can you do that for me?”

Slowly, I nodded. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

“How about this? Does this feel good?” He slid both fingers out of me and focused his attention on my clit, making small circles with his thumb.

“Yes.”

“Good. That’s an excellent start. Now, do you want me to go harder or softer?”

He started nuzzling my neck again driving me mad with his teasing. “Harder.”

He immediately adjusted his pressure. “How’s the speed?” His kisses trailed back down to my left breast.

My back bowed as his lips wrapped around the tip again. If he could just… “Faster, please faster.”

Lifting his head slightly, he released my breast to ask, “What about if I add a finger. Do you like that?” He slid his middle finger back inside my depths, and he hissed. “Fuck, I will never get over touching you like this.”

He began a rhythm of sucking on my nipples that he paired with the stroke, retreat, stroke, and retreat of his finger while he circled my clit just how I liked.

My legs trembled, and heat tapped up my spine. “Alexi?”

“Yeah. That’s it sweetheart. Let go. I have you.”

“Oh, God!” Stars danced on the edges of my vision, and my climax rocketed through me as I held on tight to Alexi.

Even as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, he continued to stroke me gently until I lay limp in his arms. He tucked me against him and wound his arms around me tightly. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

As the hazy fog of sleep threatened to drag me under, my brain clamped onto the knowledge that I’d only taken pleasure, but not given any. Damn. I hadn’t gotten to explore very much at all. He’d distracted me with his very skilled fingers. Leaning up, I placed an open-mouthed kiss on his jaw.

He groaned and held me still. “Sweetheart, I’m holding on by a thread here. You start kissing me again, and I’m going to explode.”

“But you didn’t…” I tried again. “I didn’t get to…”

He caught on quick to my meaning. “That’s not what this is about. You let me touch you. That alone felt like Christmas and my birthday wrapped into one. There’s no rush.”

“But—”

He kissed my forehead. “But nothing.”

I sat up a little. “But I want to touch you.” It was true. I was curious. I wanted to drive him crazy. Wanted to explore his body. Have fun playing. I’d never really reveled in someone’s body before.