Victoria.
My heart was racing as Christian hovered over me. Maybe this was a bad idea. Or maybe it was the best idea I’d ever had. I wanted this. I could do this. First times are supposed to be nerve-wracking, right? Like riding a bike, except way more awkward and with way fewer helmets.
He leaned in and kissed my neck. It felt...strange. Not bad strange—more like, "Why does this feel like when someone blows on your ear?" I giggled involuntarily, his touch tickling me.
“You like that?” he asked, moving lower and lower, clearly thinking he was James Bond seducing someone in an exotic location.
“Yes, but it tickles,” I muttered, my voice sounding like I’d been caught stealing cookies.
He lifted my nightdress and kissed my inner thighs. That’s when I lost it. My hands flew up to
