As he kept kissing me as if I were his oxygen, Orpheus' fingers grasped my breast. He made firm, unrelenting movements. I was envious of everything he had to offer. Just what that was, I had no idea.
I felt a tiny strand of anxiety slither through me as a result of that thinking. If I wasn't good, what then? What if I made a mistake? Was there a right way to go about it?
Would it be painful?
I had to take a breather because I was so nervous and had to withdraw my mouth away from his.
He again gathered me into his arms after removing his hand from between my legs. He placed me against his chest, my arms encircling his neck as he did so. I let out a small squeak of surprise.
He again gathered me into his arms after removing his hand from between my legs. As he placed me down on the
