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“Oh my god, Luke, that feels incredible,” she gasps out, and I lift my face to smile at her and let out a “Yeah, it does,” before going back to work. She’s squirming again and I move my tongue back to her clit before inserting a finger inside of her, curving it just right as I feel she’s about to burst.

“I- I- I,” she stutters out as I feel her walls contract around my curved digit. She looks sweaty, sated, and elated all at once and I’m so glad I was the one to make her feel that way.

“Wow,” she says after she’s calmed down a bit. “I didn’t know orgasms could feel like that. The ones I give myself are so much less… satisfying,” she says, cheeks turning that gorgeous shade of red once again.

“No need to be embarrassed with me, blondie. I’m glad you pleasure yourself, and it’s good to know your body and know what you like,” I say, planting kisses all around her face.

I roll her panties back up her hips, not wanting to leave her totally exposed in case Ruby happens to come downstairs. I’m still hard as a rock, worked up from eating her out and just… everything about her. But I’m happy to wait to do more, I know she’s not quite ready yet.

“I’m… going to run upstairs and change quickly,” she says, nervously reaching up and kissing me once again. I wrap my arms around her back and pull her close, not ready to go quite yet.

After a few minutes, she tells me she really needs to change, and I let her go with a light slap to her ass as she walks away. She laughs as she runs off and I just admire the view, wondering how everything has worked out so perfectly today.

Chapter Five

Tessa

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.I stare at myself in my bathroom mirror. I can’t believe what just happened. I just had my first kiss, my first sexual experience at all, and I can’t believe how good it felt. Howrightit felt with Luke.

He only cared about my needs, my desires, what I was feeling, and it was electric, just what I needed for my first… anything. I can’t stop smiling as I wash my face and throw on a pair of satin button-down pajamas. My underwear and pajamas are my only major splurges for myself, along with my books, I just love feeling comfy and sexy and good quality intimates are the best way to feel that way all the time.

My matching set seemed to work pretty well on Luke and I’m glad I have dozens more to show him.Should I be thinking that far ahead?I ask myself. What if this is too much, too soon, for both of us?

I ponder this as I walk back downstairs, but I don’t find Luke on the couch where I left him.

Great, I probably freaked him out with my instant orgasm, with how inexperienced I am…

My doom spiral breaks when I hear a sound in the kitchen. I round the corner to find Luke pouring hot water from the kettle on the stove into two mugs, a chamomile tea bag placed in each.

“How did you know I drink a cup every night?” I ask, smiling at him as he turns to me. I’m struck again by how handsome he is, how perfectly his features complement each other.How does a man this gorgeous wantme?

He beams back to me. “I usually need something to wind down at night, and I thought you might be the same way,” he says, walking back towards me with the two mugs of tea in his hands. I take a seat at the dining table, and he takes the one next to me, pulling my blue satin clad legs onto his lap.

“I love these,” he says, after a moment.

“My legs or the pajamas?” I ask, surprised by my own flirtatious question, but leaning into it.

“Both,” he says, rubbing his free hand up and down my leg as he continues to sip his tea.

I smile at that.

We sit at the table and chat for a few more minutes while we finish our tea. He tells me about his cabin in Whiskey Mountain and how he ended up here, how the town reminds him of his grandparents. I feel our connection growing by the moment and I’m overcome by how easy talking to him feels, how natural our relationship seems to be forming. I don’t think it could have been like this with anyone else.

When I finish my tea, he rises and takes our mug back to the kitchen. I can hear him moving around in the kitchen, like helives here, like he’s comfortable here. And I can’t say I mind it. He’s been fitting right in, making an effort to get to know and spend time with Ruby, and I appreciate it more than he’ll ever know.

When he saunters back into the kitchen, I feel like our time to part is coming, but I don’t want this night to be over yet. I don’t wantthisto be over yet.

“Are you tired?” he asks me, something heated in his gaze.

“A little,” I reply. “But I’m not ready for this night to end.” I’m proud of myself for saying that out loud, even a few hours ago I would have been too nervous to say that.

“Then I’ll stay over,” he says simply.

Before I can argue, he adds, “I’ll leave before Ruby wakes up.” I smile at that, loving that he already knew what I was going to say.

“Okay,” I nod and smile, standing and grabbing his hand before leading him upstairs. I grab him an extra toothbrush from our stash, and he heads into the bathroom connected to my bedroom while I turn to my bed.

I took over my parents’ room after they passed away. I thought that it shouldn’t sit empty, that it should be put to good use. I’ve redecorated the space, like most of the house, to my own tastes. The king-sized bed sits against the far wall and is covered with fluffy white pillows and a soft blue floral-patterned duvet. Matching curtains hang over the windows. I wanted this room to be peaceful, a sanctuary that was just mine.

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