Let me show you

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At some point our interest in the movie we were watching disappeared. Most of our clothes lay thrown hastily on the floor. Now your skin is warm beneath my hands and your breath is mingling with mine. We kiss—slow, deep. My lips drift down tracing a deliberate path down your neck, tasting every inch of you, feeling the way your body responds. I take my time, moving lower, between your breasts, down to your stomach, savoring the soft rise and fall of your breathing.
My fingers hook gently at the edge of your panties, starting to slip them away—but you stop me. Your hands wrap around my wrists, holding me there. I pause, looking at you. Your breath is quick & shallow… that mix of hesitation and vulnerability makes you even more beautiful to me.

This will be our first time together.

I lean closer. I want to tell you how beautiful you are, that I'll protect you—how much I want you, need you. That I know you're scared. It's been a long time for you. And that I won't rush it. I want you to feel just as confidently as I do that this is right. But, I can't get any of that out in the moment. I'm overwhelmed with your beauty and your scent- entranced by the rise and fall of your breasts, the quickness of your heartbeat. I just want you to feel safe. I whisper in a low voice-

“Let me show you.”

Your eyes close, your chest rising and falling even faster. I press a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh, and I feel the reaction ripple through you. You let out a small gasp, the way your body gives just a little more.

I try again, gently tugging at the last barrier between us. Still, you hold my wrists.

I look up at you then—really look at you—holding your gaze, letting everything I’m feeling sitting right there between us. No hesitation. No doubt. Just certainty, and care.

Softly. Slowly. Carefully. Clearly. Each word...
“Let. me. show. you.”

You let go.
I slide the fabric away, exposing you completely, my hands steady but deliberate. A quiet smile touches my lips as I take you in, and I murmur, warm and approving,
“That’s my good girl.”
You moan at the sound of your praise.

That beautiful moan of acceptance- you're biting your lip —it sends something deep through me. I shift closer, guiding you gently as I spread your legs, not rushing, letting you feel every second of it.
My eyes move over you, taking in every detail, every curve, every subtle movement of your body responding to mine. I breathe you in, my hands gliding down your hips, over your thighs, drawing closer, slower… letting the anticipation build between us.

I lower myself toward you, feeling the tension, your back arching as my lips taste your sweet wetness...
Everything else disappears.

[wa****]

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