Never in my life had I believed that I would have Arthur's face between my legs, as he moved that thin fabric with his lips, preventing him from touching me. It seemed like a kiss, a delicate one to prepare my intimate lips, but it wasn't a passionate kiss, rather affectionate, with devotion and care, as if he had never been with a virgin girl before.
His breathing was steady and his movements sweet and gentle, it was clear he was an expert at this, so I closed my eyes, nervous with my heart almost pounding out of my chest, gripping the blanket beneath me to try to control the emotions that overwhelmed me.
A small moan escaped my lips, I was quite excited, although technically nothing had happened yet, but I did feel wet, maybe that was a signal for him to slowly remove the bottom of my
