Her soft moan into my mouth set me on fire.

But just because I hadn’t had sex before didn’t mean I was going to be a bumbling idiot about it. I took my time undressing her, caressing and kissing her skin. Touching her. Exploring. And letting her explore me.

I rolled onto my back and took my pants off. Our shirts were long gone, and she was down to nothing but a lacy pink bra and matching panties. She propped herself up alongside me and skimmed her hand over my chest, down my abs, toward my hard length. My muscles tensed in anticipation.

She met my gaze and raised her eyebrows. I grinned at her. Yes, Grace, you can definitely touch my cock.

Her fingers brushed the tip and I sucked in a quick breath.

“Is that okay?”

“Definitely okay.” There was a hint of strain in my voice. “Take your time.”

She touched me again, her fingers gliding down the shaft, then up again. I watched, fascinated, as her confidence increased. She wrapped her hand around me and gently squeezed.

I groaned, my eyes rolling back.

“I want to know what feels good,” she said.

“Fuck, Grace, right now everything feels good.” I reached down and put my hand around hers. “You can squeeze harder.”

Her voice was breathy. “Okay.”

She tightened her grip, and I grunted at the increased pressure.

“What else?”

“You can stroke it, like this.” I guided her hand up and down my cock. I had to be careful, or she was going to make me come way too soon. Something about her hand and my hand both moving up and down the length of my erection was unbelievably hot.

Still, there was so much of Grace I hadn’t explored yet. I rolled to my side, nudging her onto her back. “Can I touch you too?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

I helped her out of her bra and panties and tossed them to the side. Her tits were round, her nipples pink. And god, the way her waist curved into her hips.

“Holy shit, Grace. You’re so beautiful.”

She smiled at me, nibbling on her bottom lip again.

Leaning down to kiss her, I cupped one of her tits, then ran my thumb over her nipple. I stroked it a few times, teasing it into a hard peak. She moaned when I took it in my mouth and sucked gently.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Yes. So good.”

I traced my hand down her body, pausing at the apex of her thighs to make sure she was comfortable. She tipped her legs open, inviting me in.

Softly kissing her lips, I let my fingers explore. I traced her slit, then dipped a single fingertip inside her. She was temptingly warm and wet.

“More?”

“Yes.”

I slid my finger in deeper—slowly, carefully. Learning the way she felt. What made her hips jerk and moans escape her lips. “Show me where it feels good.”

She reached down and placed her hand over mine. Together, we found her clit, and she showed me how to touch her. First one finger inside her, then two. She guided me in a steady rhythm, my fingers in her pussy, the pad of my hand rubbing her clit.

I watched in awe as her inhibitions fell away. Her body moved, her hips tilting in time with my strokes. Lips parted, cheeks flushing, breath coming fast. Her legs fell open wider and her eyelids fluttered. I moved faster, her hand still on top of mine, and her walls tightened around my fingers.

“Oh god, Asher,” she breathed.

Fuck, yes. I fingered her faster. Harder. Her moans were rhythmic and desperate, her hips bucking against my hand. I flicked her nipple with my tongue and she cried out.

Her back arched, her grip on my hand tightened, and her pussy spasmed around my fingers. She squeezed her inner muscles, rolling her hips with the pulses of her orgasm.

Watching her come made my heart pound and my dick throb. She was so fucking sexy.

And so fucking wet.

Her climax subsided and I slid my fingers out. I kissed her and she draped her arms around me while her body relaxed against the sheets.

“How did that feel?”

“So good.”

“Grace, I want to be inside you. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes. I’m so ready.”

I rolled over to get a condom out of the crate I was using as a nightstand. I hadn’t been sure when I would need them, but right now I was really glad I’d decided to be prepared.

After rolling the condom on, I climbed on top of her. My cock nudged at her opening. But as much as I wanted to be inside her, I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Tell me if this hurts too much, okay?”

She nodded.

I held her gaze as I gently pushed inside her. Slow. Painfully slow. The instinct to drive into her and fuck her senseless was strong, but I kept my head. She gasped and a flicker of pain crossed her face.

“Are you okay?”

“It hurts a little, but I really don’t want you to stop.”

I kept going, stretching her open. Feeling her wrap around me. She was hot and tight around my cock, and nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for how incredible she felt.

Careful not to move too fast, I pulled out slightly, then pushed back in. She tensed, but slid her hands down to my lower back. I moved out, then in again, with the pressure of her hands guiding me. Gradually, I felt her body relax. Felt her legs open wider and her hips roll against me.

Her hands pressed into my back each time I thrust inside her. I let her body, and my instincts, show me what to do. The more she relaxed, the faster I moved, and the deeper I drove into her.

“Are you good?”

“Yes. Don’t stop, you feel amazing.”

I plunged into her, grunting with every thrust. The pressure in my groin built fast. I was surrounded by her. By the softness of her skin, sliding against mine. By her scent in my nose. Her taste on my lips. I kissed and licked her, lapping my tongue against her neck. Driving my cock in and out of her wetness while she moaned and murmured in my ear.

Growling, I fucked her harder. Deeper. She dug her fingers into my back and drew her knees up. My muscles flexed, my hips jerking against her. She felt so good, it was unreal. I thrust in again and my entire body clenched tight.

And I came undone.

With white hot pulses, I came inside her. I groaned, the intensity overwhelming. She clung tightly to me while I rode out the waves of my orgasm, still thrusting deep.

When I finished, I gently pulled out. I was breathing hard and could barely think, but I climbed off her to deal with the condom. Leaving it tied off by the bed—and making a mental note to get a trash can in here—I turned and gathered her in my arms.

We lay there together for long moments, just breathing. I was warm and sated in a way I’d never felt before. My body was content, but—more than that—so was my soul.

I kissed her head and she nestled in closer. Although I’d kept my sexual status to myself—it wasn’t anyone else’s business—I hadn’t felt bad about it. I’d just wondered what it was going to take for it to feel right.

Now I knew. And if I’d had even the slightest trace of regret at not having slept with a woman yet, it was gone. I hadn’t intended to wait for Grace, but I was so glad I had.

So fucking glad.

I didn’t care what other people would think or say about a guy who was only with one woman his whole life. This was what I wanted. Just her.

She was my first love, even though I’d taken too long to tell her. And she was going to be my only love. I knew that now more than ever. Grace was it for me.