Page 59 of Scribe

This was my first rodeo, and while I knew the scientific application of the process, it was everything else that eluded me.

Like, for starters, who initiated first? What if it was me and he rebuffed me? What if I did something wrong? Was there a learner’s guide to foreplay? Like Sexual Foreplay for Dummies, I could order on Amazon?

If there wasn’t, there should be.

Scribe laughed loudly as he hugged me closer to him. “God, baby, you are precious. Sex is exploration. You won’t know it until you try. It doesn’t matter who goes first, and trust me, if there was a learner’s guide, I would have read it. But there isn’t.”

“Shit. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“You did.” He nodded before adding. “There is no right or wrong here. We do what makes us feel good. Here, let me show you.”

Tenderly running his hand down my face, I felt the warmth of his touch send tingles cascading all over my body as goose bumps broke out, heightening the sensation.

“See,” he whispered. “You like what I just did. Your body is a good indicator of what you’ll like and won’t like. But I’m betting you’ll like everything I do.”

Smirking, I looked at him. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Not my first rodeo, babe.”

It was at that moment I realized how unprepared I was. All the reading I’ve done, all the textbooks, romance books, movies I watched, nothing prepared me for how to begin.

“You’re thinking too much again, Princess.”

“You would be too if this was your first time.”

“It’s not a test, Henley.”

“Feels like it,” I muttered.

One I didn’t want to fail.

“Let’s even the playing field. Maybe that will ease your tension.”

I was all for that.

My nerves were about to jump out of my skin.

Reaching for my shirt, Scribe lifted the hem. Raising my arms, he helped me out of it, leaving me only in my bra.

Sitting up, Scribe brushed the back of his hand across my cheeks.

“Fuck me, you’re so innocent. So beautiful.”

His touch sent shivers down my spine as his hand delicately caressed the curve of my neck before tracing the gentle slope of my left breast.

Thank God I had on a decent bra.

The idea of being seen in my plain white granny bra horrified me.

His fingers trailed a line down between my breasts, coming to a stop at the waistband of my jeans before taking his time moving back up between my breasts. When his fingers met the wire of my bra, he left his hand there, then bent in to kiss me. He was gentle. Taking his time when all I wanted was him to ravish me.

One simple touch and my body came alive.

It was exciting, scary and exhilarating all at the same time.

When his lips left my mouth, he kept his forehead against mine.

I felt his hand travel across the top of my left breast as his fingers cupped inward. They traced the top of the bra from the center on out, then hooked deftly into the strap. He slowly pulled it from my shoulder, looking at me the whole time.

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