Page 34 of Shake the Spirit

“You don’t know your body,” I explain, and she looks at me with shameful eyes. “That’s why we can’t rush. If I ravish you, it’s like you’re just an object being moved around.”

I offer her a soft kiss before continuing, “We’re partners. I need you to let me take my time teaching you how to enjoy your body and mine. That way, you can ask for what you want.”

“I don’t know what I want except you,” she says as her fingers slide across my chest.

My dick thickens until the head starts playing peekaboo near my boxer seam. Oana doesn’t notice. She’s too busy feasting on the sight of my bare chest.

“I’m an exceptional prize,” I say, feeling full of myself now that I’ve found my dream girl. “I already belong to you. Even when I suspected you were a figment of my drunken imagination, I couldn’t submit to the charms of any other chick.”

Oana exhales softly as her gaze warms. Pride replaces her fear. She wants to know she’s special rather than a sheep in a flock full of them.

I need Oana to understand how she’s the only woman capable of winning my heart. If I lose her, I’ll never love anyone else.

I kiss her softly as my fingers skim her lacy, red bra. Oana’s breath catches again. She’s both afraid and aroused. Though her body belongs to a woman, she’s only now able to live like one.

She’s only beginning to learn how to express herself. Often, I feel her just saying what she thinks the right answer might be rather than admitting she doesn’t know.

That’s why I’m afraid she’ll regret her first time if it happens before she’s ready.

But that’s not my only hang-up. I’m also worried about my own skills.

“I’ve never been with a chick I really liked,” I admit, running my hands through my hair. “I’m not rough or insensitive, but I just fuck them.”

Oana gives me that girl expression that screams, “You’re sharing way too fricking much.”

“I’m afraid I won’t be a good lover,” I explain to Oana, whose annoyed expression softens immediately. “Though chicks haven’t complained about my talents, I’ve never really dated anyone. Hookups don’t tend to give feedback. What if I’m a terrible fuck?”

“Then, we’ll be on an equal footing,” Oana says and reaches for me. “We’ll learn together.”

“I’m the one with experience. I should make your first time perfect.”

“Isn’t sex just grunting and thrusting and stuff? How perfect can that be?”

“It feels really good.”

Oana’s face twists into a jealous pout. “With thoseothergirls.”

“And alone. Orgasms feel great. I want that for you.”

Eyes lighting up, she takes my hand and squeezes. “Then, please, make my body orgasm. It’s not complicated. My parents do it, and they’re not bright people. My father can’t subtract numbers in his head. My mom is a terrible speller. Those two morons had nine kids, so sex can’t be that complex.”

“Well, hell, in that case,” I say and gently shove her back onto the bed, “let’s do this thing.” Oana’s laughter is cut short as I climb over her and smile. “I’ll be careful.”

“So will I,” she replies before I kiss her. As my lips move down her jaw to her swan-like throat, she moans. “I know a man’s genitals are very sensitive.”

“Mine are tougher than most. Edith practiced her dick-crushing kicks on me when we were young. I was wearing a cup, but the impact still made my balls vibrate in a wholly unpleasant way.”

“I’ll treat them tenderly,” she coos as her fingers tease my boxers’ waistband.

Oana feels so fragile under me. Her narrow hips wiggle when I suck at her throat. My lips move to her shoulder, where I slide her bra strap aside and kiss her pale skin.

Looking terrified, Oana watches me with the widest eyes. I refuse to allow her fear to infect me. I need to remain strong so she can go wild.

Pressing my forehead against hers, I whisper, “You’re so beautiful, Oana. Delicate yet strong. I’m not complicated, but you are. That’s why I’m afraid to give you less than perfection. Does that make sense?”

“You love me.”

“So much.”

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