His eyes go heavy-lidded as I gather him in my hand, for the first time. So much of him, more than I was even expecting, and given the overall size of the man, I was expecting a lot. So hard, but the flesh sheathing his hardness is silken, almost delicate, thin, with a tracery of veins. I look where I’m touching, and watch as my hand slides down his length, and he groans.

“Go easy,” he murmurs. “Been…a while. Might not take as long as I’d like if you do that too much.”

I smile, and keep doing what I want: touching him. “Your rule, remember? No explanations, no apologies.” Both hands, then, because the size of him requires two. “We have all the time in the world. If it’s quick the first time, then we’ll have all night and all day and as long as we want.”

His fingers resume their exploration. “You’re so soft, so wet.”

“Nathan?” I swallow hard, tasting a bold question on my lips. “Could you…would you use your mouth? On me? Please?”

He smiles, a heated, pleased smirk. “I love that you asked.”

“I was kinda scared to. But I need it. If you want to, that is. If you don’t, that’s fine, I just—”

Once again, his mouth on mine silences me. “I want to.”

I close my eyes as his mouth teases downward, kissing my shoulder, my breastbone, licking my nipples to hard peaks, and then kissing downward, over my belly, and I involuntarily draw my stomach in as he touches his lips to my seam. A flick of his tongue, and I gasp, and my feet draw up to the backs of my thighs and my knees angle away, and his tongue delves into me, and then drags luxuriously upward, and then there’s an explosion of sensations all at once, as his tongue and lips find the nadir of my desire and makes my sex sing, and his fingers are everywhere, in me and twisting my nipples and cupping my breast and it’s all so much all at once and I’m crying out, maybe just flat-out crying, sobbing or screaming I don’t even know or care, I’m just a far-flung spark of a mind hurtling through the space of an endless climax.