Everywhere they touched she was met with warm skin and crisp body hair. The difference in texture thrilled her. Where she was soft, he was hard. Secure. Solid and real. Never had she imagined it would feel this good.

His fingers slipped between her legs and caressed her, exploring gently. “You are slippery and swollen. Sheer perfection.” After teasing the bundle of nerves atop her sex, he circled her entrance. Amid kisses to her throat, he whispered, “You must be ready to take me. I do not want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

The endearment relaxed her and she rocked her hips slightly, bringing the tip of his finger inside. He swept his palm over her spine, as if calming her. “That’s it. Let me in.”

Soon the finger was all the way inside, and she marveled at the fullness. Was this what it would feel like to have his penis inside her? It was delicious, a pressure that wasn’t quite enough to sate the burning hunger inside her belly. She shifted, and he stayed her hip with his palm. “Just wait. Kiss me.”

He gave her dizzying kisses, sucking and biting at her lips, until she began squirming, looking for more. His hand withdrew and then she felt greater pressure as he worked his way inside again. Was that another finger? The stretch confirmed it as her walls opened for him. She whimpered into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming her. It was like nothing she could have imagined, but it felt necessary. Essential. She didn’t wish for him to stop.

With his thumb, he circled her clitoris, not moving the fingers inside her. Just letting her adjust as he built up her pleasure. Except it wasn’t like before when they were rubbing together. This was stronger, more intense, from the thickness inside her. Thighs shaking, she broke off from his mouth to drag air into her lungs.

“One more, I think.” Drawing back again, he fed a third finger inside her, though it was a tight squeeze. This pinched slightly, as if her body resented the invasion, but he was patient, giving her time to adapt. When all three fingers were seated, he held them there and worked her clitoris some more. “Touch me, Alice.”

Her hands glided over his rough skin, loving the way he was so different from her. Goose bumps emerged in the wake of her touch, and she relished the outward reaction of how she affected him. Lower she went, over his nipples, along his stomach, until she reached his erection. It was long and thick, resting against his belly, the head flushed dark red. She gripped him lightly, testing the feel of his soft skin stretched over rigid flesh. Fascinating.

“Pump your hand, squeeze hard.”

She fisted her hand and dragged it along his length until she reached the head. A pearly drop of moisture emerged from the slit. “Again,” he told her.