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I laid my lips to his pulse before leaning down on one arm and sliding my free hand along his chest. He was smoother than me, though I could feel thick peach fuzz under the pads of my fingers just above his stomach. I traced his tattoo again before moving farther down until my palm rubbed the length of his cock.

He shuddered and stiffened. “I think I’m too close.”

“It’s okay. You can let go,” I told him. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he gave himself over to the pleasure. His hands flailed like he didn’t know what to do withthem, and eventually, they settled against my sides. The touch tickled, but I ignored it as I explored what he liked.

A grip slightly tighter than I preferred and a slower stroke. His whole body arched when I dragged my palm from root to tip, then back down again. His chest was flushed, the pink spreading to the tips of his ears, and his full lips parted in a silent gasp.

“Like that?”

He nodded wordlessly, like he’d forgotten how to make sounds.

Pushing up to my knees, I spread his legs farther apart so I could settle between them, and with my free hand, I palmed his balls. They were darkly flushed and heavy, and he moaned louder when I rolled them between my fingers.

“I want to get my mouth on you.” I wasn’t going to suck his cock, but I wanted to taste his skin. “Can I kiss you here?”

“Oh,fish sticks,” he gasped.

I burst into laughter. “What?”

“Ignore that,” he begged. “Please, don’t stop,”

There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to do that. Leaning down, I stroked him a little faster as I pressed a kiss to his balls, then to the insides of his thighs. I licked the salt off his skin, then went farther—right behind his heavy sac. I pressed down with my thumb there in a soft, careful circle and licked just beside his hole.

“Oh, oh.” He sounded panicked. His cock jumped in my hand, and before I could fully sit up, he came. His back arched and his body shuddered hard. He came in thick streaks, spilling over my knuckles, cum dribbling down my wrist.

Fuck, he was so beautiful.

Pressing my body over his, I let him take some weight, and I felt him immediately relax. He wrapped shaky arms around me and laid sloppy, wet kisses along my collarbone. I could feel hiscock still twitching against my lower stomach as he whimpered with the aftershocks.

Lifting up on my elbows, I stared down at him, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks, the red bright over his pale skin. His dark hair was sweaty, sticking to his forehead, and I couldn’t get enough of his eyes. I reached up and traced faint freckles over his sharp jawline.

“Not your first orgasm, right?” I asked when he was finally breathing steadily.

He scoffed against my chest. “Yes, I’ve had an orgasm before. I’m not a virgin. I’ve just never been with a man. And lately, well, if that old wives tale was true, I’d be totally blind with hair from my fingertips to my elbows.”

I burst into laughter, collapsing beside him. We were a sticky mess, but I didn’t care. It felt good to bask with him. He was a total stranger. I didn’t know his last name or where he lived, but for the first time in months, I felt alive.

“You’re really good-looking,” he said in the silence stretching between us.

My cheeks warmed. “Thank you. I don’t hear that much these days.”

“Fishing or honesty?”

I shrugged and kissed his shoulder. “Both?”

He snorted and rolled onto his side, hooking his leg over my hip. He was a cuddler, and god, I liked that. I let my fingers run over his thighs, where he was the most hairy. It was coarse and thick, and I loved the feel of it against my skin.

“So…on a scale of one to ten…”

I pressed a finger to his lip. “Don’t do that, sunshine. Don’t ever let someone rate you. If the sex wasn’t good, it will never be because of you.”

His brow furrowed. “I’m not, you know, adventurous. I’ve been running from this truth for most of my life, and I don’tknow if I’ll ever be—uh—k-kinky. Or whatever.” His last few words were murmured so softly I barely understood them.

I couldn’t help but kiss him. “You don’t need to be adventurous or kinky to be good at sex. But you should also trust yourself to explore things you like. You might be surprised, especially if you have an attentive partner who notices what you like, even when you don’t.”

He bit his lip for a moment, and when he let it go, it was fat and slick with spit. “Did you notice anything I liked?”