He puts his hands on them, stopping my repeated motions. “Hey, I want you in the here and now. Not with him.” His eyes have darkened. Is it with anger?

“It’s not that I’m with him. It’s that I’m unsure of my ability to …” This is awkward.

He shuts me up with a kiss. And it’s not just any kiss. His hands are on either side of my face as his tongue pushes through the seam of my lips. He pulls me against him as he deepens the kiss. He goes for broke here and succeeds. Everything I worry about flies out the window as my arms wind around his waist. I pull him into me and moan. When he lets me go I protest.

“I want you to undress me and then I want to do the same to you. Is that okay?”

I nod.

My hands shake as they pull at his shirt. Their clumsy movements succeed, with his help, in freeing him. I run my hands over the rigid muscles of his torso, across his hips and down to the waist of his jeans. I’m all thumbs, so he has to assist with the zipper and button. Getting his pants off isn’t that difficult. Maybe I’m losing my anxiety or my coordination is returning. My eyes drop down and I can’t help but notice the erection straining against his boxers. It shocks me so that I immediately look away. He smiles.

“I think I’ve lived in this state since we met. You only have yourself to blame.”

I don’t really know how to answer that so I do nothing except stare. He picks my hands up, covers them with his, and we both finish the task of removing his boxers. It’s difficult not to ogle what blatantly juts out in front of me. I can’t help but touch him. I’ve always thought cocks were weird looking appendages. Hell, so are vaginas, for that matter. But take a cock for instance. I’ve seen pictures of them when they’re soft, and they’re funky looking things with a sack attached behind them. And when they’re hard, some of them curve, or are super skinny or whatever. Drew’s cock is what I would call perfect. Not too big and not too little, but if a cock can be called pretty, his is.

He interrupts my cock-thoughts. His thumb and forefinger grab my chin and tip it so I’m forced to look at him. “Now it’s my turn.”

My palms, which are still sweaty, need a wipe on my jeans, but I don’t want to give that away. He knows I’m edgy. Hell, he can probably hear my damn heart race. It sounds like a freaking jackhammer to me.

He pulls my sweater over my head and stares at me in my bra. Then he sits on the bed and opens his thighs. Pulling me between them, he unbuttons my jeans. Now I stand in bra and panties only. Good thing I took off my socks and shoes in the bathroom.

“Your skin is perfect.” He runs his fingers from my neck to the top of my panties. “Unhook your bra for me, please.” I do as he asks and watch his face. His eyes roam my body but I thought they’d zero in on my breasts. They do for a moment, but then ultimately land on my own eyes. “You undo me, Cate.”

His finger moves to the top of my lace panties. He runs along the top, but doesn’t dip any further than that yet. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” My voice is unsteady and I don’t sound like myself.

“You look sexy enough to eat and I’m going to eat you, Cate.”

“I know. I want you to.”

“I’m going to take your panties off now.” He pushes them down my legs and I nervously step out of them. Then he takes my hands and places them on his shoulders. A fleeting thought about how smooth and tidy Louise looks pops in my mind. But it’s gone with his next words. “Spread your legs for me. And by the way, your pussy looks beautiful all smooth, but I would have liked it any way.”

When he touches me I want to cry out but I watch in fascination. I bite my lips because I don’t want to make a fool out of myself. A hot wave sweeps into my belly as he strokes me back and forth and then rubs me in a circular motion. I’m sure I’m dripping. Now I know why he put my hands on his shoulders. When he stops, I cry out. “No!”

“Shh, hang on.” He lifts me and sets me back down on the bed. At first I don’t understand why, but what he does next gives me my answer. He spreads my legs and his mouth teases the inside of first one, and then the other thigh. “I’ve been dying to do this. I want to hear my name when you come, Cate. I want to have your taste on my tongue when you come for me for the first time.”

Oh, god. When his tongue trips over my nub, I almost scream. And here I thought his fingers were awesome. What the hell did I know? Louise is going to do a happy dance. But the thing that grabs my heart the most is when his eyes seek out mine over the skyline of my body. His lids flutter as though I’m the finest delicacy on Earth. He hums against my skin and I’m transfixed by the fact that he derives as much pleasure from this as I do.

I’m jolted out of my trance when he adds a finger and hits that mystical g-spot all my friends talk about. He presses and rubs it as his tongue continues to dance circles around that tiny bundle of nerves and I feel everything tightening, tensing. My arms stretch wide as I clench the comforter between my fingers. I can feel every breath he exhales across my flesh and it only heightens where he licks and sucks. And then it happens. It starts in the arches of my feet and spreads up my legs, fanning out across my body. My first Drew-gasm.

“Oh god, Drew, Drew, Drew.” It’s all I can think or say as I come all over his mouth and hand. And it’s extraordinary. My hands move to grasp his hair and I’m unaware of anything as my world narrows down to the intensity of my climax.

When it finally ceases, my fingers still fist his hair. I release it as soon as I come to my senses. Poor guy. And he never said a word about it.

“Wow. That was … did they teach you that in medical school?”

He shakes his head, chuckling. “No, we didn’t have an Oral Sex elective. But Cate, you were beautiful.” He crawls up and lies next to me, resting his weight on his elbow. A hand travels up and down the curves of my body. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” He pauses and stares at me with so much reverence I’m almost afraid of what he might say. “I know I already asked you this. But are you sure you’re ready for this? Say the word and we don’t have to go any further.”

I don’t have to think about it at all. I’ve been ready to lose my V card since dickwad. He just didn’t get the job done and until I met Drew, the right one hadn’t come along. I’m not sure where this relationship will go. But I know he will make this experience something I’ll want to remember, not forget.

“Yes, I’m ready. I want you, Drew. Now. Please.” And I do.

He reaches in his nightstand and comes out with a condom. I watch him roll it down his shaft and it’s hot. Totally hot.

“Can I do that next time?”

He grins. “Absolutely.” Turning serious again, he asks, “Would you like to be on top or bottom? Top will give you more control and could possibly make it better for you.”

A case of extreme self-consciousness attacks me so I try to hide my nakedness with my arms. Top is way too exposing for me. How could I possibly do that? “I-I can’t be on top,” I sputter.

He pins me with his eyes. A hand covers mine and he loosens the near death grip I have on my arm. When his fingers lace with mine, he gently tugs, and my arm relaxes. “You don’t have to be on top, Cate. It was just a thought. I want this to be as good as it can get.” He moves over me, hovering, and rests on his forearms. “If I haven’t told you this, you are so beautiful, lying here with me. Being with you, like this, has consumed me. I know this may suck for you, but let me know if you want me to stop at any time. I’ll go slow, but there’s no getting around the hurt.”

I put my hand on his cheek. “Drew, I’m not worried about the pain. It was a little awkward for me being naked, you know…” I trail off. “Let’s just get it over with.” My stomach’s knotted with anticipation but I want this first time to be behind us already.