For Her (The Girl I Loved Duet 1)

“Wait a second,” she says, and I pull back, afraid that I’ve gone too far or too fast, but she just smirks at me. She struggles for a second with her hands behind her back before she gives up and just pulls the bra over her head. And fuck. She’s amazing. I never thought—wow.

And then Amber says the words that I’m pretty sure are going to kill me. “Touch me.”

I do. Gently at first, because I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’ve seen enough porn that I can guess, even though I know most of that isn’t real. Lowering my mouth to her skin, I kiss her. Not there, not yet, but up near her neck. She smells good, even better than usual, delicate perfume that is perfect. Roses and something sharp.

“Tell me how it feels,” I say, pulling back to look at her. “I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, since we have the time.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You don’t want to just do your thing, and figure it out?”

I make a face, and she laughs. “I think it will be better for both of us if we don’t pretend that either of us have a clue.”

“Probably right,” she blushes. “Kiss my neck again. I like that.”

I do. “Okay,” I whisper in her ear and move below it.

“Oh,” she says, gasping. “That. Right there.”

I press my lips harder on the skin below her ear, daring to add a flick of my tongue, and she pants. “That spot…makes me feel things everywhere.”

Everywhere. I let that sink in. “I’ll remember that.”

I move my lips down and away along her collarbone, listening to the sound of her breathing and noticing when it hitches or when she says yes or no. There are places on Amber that I never imagined would be sensitive or would bring any kind of pleasure.

The breathy giggle she lets out when I kiss the hollow of her throat makes me want to go faster, but I don’t. Because there’s no point in rushing this. It’s the first time for both of us, and I want it to be something we’ll remember happily and not with disappointment.

I always thought when the time came that I’d be confident, that I’d know exactly what to do. But I’m practically shaking as I touch my mouth to her breasts. Amber stops breathing. I think that’s a good thing. Or at least I hope that it is.

Her nipples are a perfect shade of pink, and they harden under my lips. Amber gives a soft sigh that turns into a moan as I suck. Yes. I switch to the other one, really enjoying the sensation of her skin tightening, so they’re visibly different. I did that.

“Better or worse than the spot on your neck?” I ask.

She giggles. “I don’t think there’s a ‘worse,’ but that feels good.”

The next obstacle I encounter is her belt, and when I look up to Amber’s face, she’s blushed a bright red. “Is it okay?”

She nods, but she’s biting her lip. I climb back up the bed and lay beside her. “What about both of us?”

“Okay.”

I manage to undo my belt and push my pants off my hips while not moving around too much, and she does too. But I don’t look down. Not yet. I pull her close, so we’re skin to skin and breathing, knowing that we’re naked.

I stroke my hand from her neck and down her back all the way to her hip, watching goose bumps form. “Is this what you imagined?” she asks, reaching between us. And then I realize what she’s doing and I have to grab her wrist, because holy fuck her fingers on me feel so good, but I won’t last.

“It’s amazing. Better than amazing. And I have some things that I want to try.”

“Oh?”

I swallow. “I know that it’s harder for girls to…finish.” The blood rushes to my face, and I struggle to not look away. “So I wanted to help you go first. But I’ll need your help to show me how.”

Between us, she twists our hands so that I’m not longer holding hers, but she’s holding mine, and she moves my hand there. It’s all warmth and wet and soft and holy shit that’s what this feels like. This is amazing.

Amber moves so her legs are open, and her fingers are on top of mine, guiding me around. I feel her entrance and the slickness there, and then I feel her clit, swollen and sensitive, because she gasps when we touch it together. “There,” she gasps. “There.”

Her hand moves in a small circle and mine follows, again and again. There’s a rhythm that she’s following, and I catch it. Amber’s breath speeds up, and she’s looking at me, but her eyes are far away. “More.” I move faster, and her hand falls away from mine.