He unbuttoned my jeans swiftly. “It’s in the way.”
The words slipped without a thought. “Then get them off of me.”
The zipper went down slowly, my cheeks flaming from what was to come. I raised my hips to help him.
“So eager,” he murmured.
I swallowed hard, my nerves all over the place and my stomach in knots. We were really doing this—our first time. I inhaled sharply at the feel of his lips on the sole of my foot.
“Relax, cupcake. This won’t hurt,” he promised. And it didn’t—I was just nervous. I couldn’t help but think things would go wrong somehow and he’d be disappointed. I knew nothing about giving pleasure or taking it. But as his soft kisses went past my right knee, he held my calves, parted my legs, and settled between them.
My ears felt hot. No doubt they were red. If it wa
