My breathing is elevated and my hands slightly shake when I clasp them to Christian's cheeks, and search his face as he hovers above me exhaling heavy breaths. I bite my bottom lip, and Christian asks, "What are we doing . . .?"

"Kissing," I whisper, my voice small.

"Is that all?" Christian asks.

"I don't know yet . . ." I trail off as I drop my gaze to Christian's lips, before pulling him into another kiss.

Our lips mold together like it's meant to be, and wherever we touch the other our hands meet hot skin, and the desire burning within us grows. Christian gently pecks my lips, before pulling away just enough to take in the sight of me laying practically naked beneath him. His chocolate colored eyes are a deep, dark brown of desire and need and smoldering want. My breathing hitches, and he gently caresses my cheek and tenderly presses his lips to my forehead, kissing me before he softly whispers, "You're so beautiful."

I feel my cheeks heat up, and I drop my gaze. Christian places his finger beneath my chin, and makes me meet his gaze as he quietly says, "I love you."

My blush deepens, and I smile as I whisper back, "I love you too."

Christian smiles, and then he closes the distance once again as he presses his lips to mine. We kiss slowly, exploring each other's mouth with our tongues. Christian rests between my legs, and I tighten my thighs against his hips as I slowly roll our pelvises together.

I want to free myself from the confinements of my boxers, yet at the same time I don't think I'm ready to go all the way. I want Christian to touch me, and I want to touch him....maybe even taste him. But I'm incredibly nervous and even afraid to expose myself so vulnerably. What if I'm no good at it, and Christian doesn't want to do it again if I'm bad at sex? I inhale a heavy breath, and my mood begins to drop. Christian notices the changes immediately, and he's lips still against my neck before he pulls back to glance at my face.

I bite my bottom lip, and my eyes sting with unshed tears. "Will you still love me if I'm bad at sex?" I cry.

Christian blinks at me in surprise, completely thrown by my question. "What? Where did this question come from? And of course I'll still love you, my sweet Beau. You never have to doubt that," Christian says softly.

I sniffle and rub my face, before replying, "I know, I'm sorry. I just . . . I just want to make you happy."

Christian sighs and gently strokes my hair back from my face, before softly replying, "You make me happy just by existing, and nothing will change that."

"Promise?"

Christian smiles weakly, and delicately kisses my forehead before whispering, "I promise."

I nod, and smile weakly as I wind my arms around Christian's waist. I snuggle my face into his chest as I quietly say, "Sorry for ruining the mood...."

Christian chuckles and pulls me close as he lays down beside me, and gently rubs my back as he replies, "Maybe it's a good thing nothing happened.... You're not ready yet, and I'm happy just kissing you, so you don't need to—-"

"No, Christian, I wanted to do this. Hell, I wanted to do a lot more but . . ." I trail off, and bite my bottom lip in thought. I flicker my gaze up to Christian, and purse my lips. I'm not ready to stop just yet. I may have temporarily ruined the moment, but I can just as easily start it back up again.... I look at Christian, and watch his face for any reaction, as I softly ask, "Do you trust me?"

Christian frowns at my question, but replies without hesitation, when he says, "You know I do."

"Then continue trusting me . . ." I whisper, as I lift my leg over Christian's to straddle his lap. I inhale a shaky breath as my eyes drink in Christian's perfectly lean body and chiseled chest, and tentatively I reach out to run my hands over his abdomen. I spread my fingers out and trail them over Christian's chest, following the toned ridges of his abs down to the V that disappears into his boxers.

I inhale another steady breath, and firmly grip the waistband of Christian's boxers. I can feel his heavy gaze boarding into me, but I can't meet his eyes or I might crack and abandon what I want. So sucking down another deep breath, I slide Christian's boxers pass his hips and bite my bottom lip.

My breath catches, and I can feel my heartbeat pounding away in my chest. Christian is....perfection. I've imagined this moment many times, shamelessly fantasizing about him in the night wondering what this moment would feel like, and it's . . . better than I imagined. Christian is absolutely perfect; his body is a dream and the amazing part about all of this is that he's mine.

He lays beneath me perfectly, straddled between my thighs as my mind races and my eyes commit this moment to my memory. Christian's cock is hard and long between his muscular thighs, and I just so badly want to touch him. 

I bite my bottom lip against my desire and press my hands onto his thighs. I can feel Christian watching me, and I peek up at him from beneath my lashes. His gaze is hooded, and he looks so damn hot, that I can't resist the urge and lean down to kiss him.

Christian sinks his hands into my hair as he kisses me back, and too soon we have to pull apart to breathe. "What now?" Christian softly asks.

I bite my bottom lip, clueless. I don't know what to do next, I just know I want to feel him against me. So without thinking too much about anything, I yank my boxers off and toss them to the floor. I feel my body freeze up as insecurities begin to pick at me. But I force them back as I watch Christian's expression, noticing how he slowly glances down at me sitting on his lap; his face expressing numerous emotions. And then I feel his hands gently touch my bare hips and I tense. Christian's thumbs stroke over my hip bones, and then he slowly sits up and we're suddenly chest to chest and I can feel his cock against mine. A shiver races up my spine, and I bite my bottom lip as I close my eyes and angle my head slight back, allowing for a soft moan to escape my lips.

Christian groans out his desire, and continues to stroke my hip bones as he softly whispers, "You're perfect . . ." And then he suddenly flips me into my back, and I gasp before moaning when he kisses and gently bites my neck. "And beautiful, and sexy, and I . . . I really want you, Beau."

"You have me," I softly breathe. "You can have all of me."

Christian's eyes grow darker, and my breath hitches with anticipation. He searches my face before leaning down to kiss me, and I arch my back up as I kiss him too. He kisses my lips and cheeks, and moves his mouth to pepper my neck with tiny kisses that are sweet, and full of desire when he flicks his tongue out against my neck. I can't help but twist and contort my body to every little movement, as he continues to kiss me along my chest and abdomen, before coming to a slow stop at my naive.

He touches me under my knees, as he stares down at me with a hooded gaze. My breathing is erratic, and all I can do is stare back him while my heart pounds away in my chest. Christian moves his hands up past my butt to rest over my thighs, rubbing soft circles as he asks, "What do you want to happen?"

"I . . ." I trail off, as I realize I have absolutely no idea. I honestly never imagined I'd let things get this far, since all we've been doing is kissing. But I crave more —- much more —- yet at the same time I'm afraid to take the next step. So his question is difficult, and I find myself unable to form any words.

"We can wait . . ." Christian softly suggests, when I still don't say anything in reply.

I shake my head, and adjust beneath him as I quietly mutter, "No, I-I want to do this . . ." Christian eyes me doubtfully, and I roll my eyes with a huff. "I do. I'm just . . . not sure about going all the way yet."

Christian nods and slowly carresses his hands over my inner thighs, as he suggests, "We can just kiss."

I shake my head, and bite my bottom lip nervously as my mind beings to race. I know what I want, and I can feel my cheeks heating up at the very thought but I don't want to back down. So inhaling a deep breath, I say, "I was thinking....maybe we could have or-oral sex." I whisper as I chew on my lip.

Christian's eyes widen in surprise, and he asks, "Are you serious?" I nod slowly, and Christian purses his lips. "Beau, I don't—-"

"Please," I say, cutting him off.

Christian sighs, and I feel my cheeks turn red as he searches my face. "You don't have to do anything if your unsure," Christian says.

I shake my head, and reply, "No, I'm okay. Really."

Christian purses his lips, and inhales a deep breath before flickering his eyes down to my body. He sighs, and glances up at me softly as he says, "You really are beautiful." I blush, and then he gently pushes my legs apart and I suck in a breath as a bundle of anticipation, or maybe even anxiety, begins to take form. I seal my lips shut and hold my breath, and tense up when his hands slide around to touch the back of my thighs before he leans forward. His cheeks brush my inner thighs, his stubble tickling me, and my body twitches and turns stiff. But when I feel his lips wrap around my most sensitive area that's never been touched by another person, my mouth drops open.

Shit! This doesn't even compare to my imagination, I think, as Christian swirls his tongue around my shaft. I shiver and buck my hips up with a breathy moan. This is amazing!

I gasp, and my body grows twitchy as Christian continues to do things with his mouth that have me reeling and crying out his name. He takes more of me into his mouth, and uses his tongue to fondle my balls, causing me to moan heavily. Christian's mouth is so warm and constructive, and his tongue is very thorough and thick and hot and heavy. And I lose myself in all of it as Christian lifts my legs over his shoulders and brings me to my toe-curling climax, as I cry out his name one last time while cumming thickly into his mouth. I groan and shudder as my tense body sinks into the mattress, being reduced to weakness and an amazingly good high.

My breathing is still heavy and uneven, and I can't even bring myself to react or move when Christian gives my cock one last hard suck before glancing up to look at me. He wipes his mouth, and says, "Holy shit."

All I can manage is a giggle as Christian chuckles too and scoots closer to lay beside me. He wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my forehead, before softly asking, "How was that for you?"

I sigh, "Incredible."

Christian chuckles again, and gently strokes my hair back from my face. We don't say anything for a while, and when the feeling has more or less returned to my body, I mutter, "I want to try...."

Christian glances down at me with a frown, and replies, "Beau, you don't have to—-"

"I want to," I say, cutting him off as I clumsy wiggle out from beneath his arm. The feeling has returned more or less to my body, and I sling my leg over Christian's waist as I straddle him. I look at him, and firmly say, "I'm doing this, so not another word." I say, and Christian opens his mouth to object but I hush him with a kiss. "Just let me try...." I whisper against his mouth.

Christian must relent, because he doesn't object or try to stop me when I inhale a deep breath before slowly pushing his legs apart. I seal away my worries, and take another deep breath before leaning forward.

My lips wrap around Christian's cock tentatively, and I freeze without any clue of what comes next. But then I hear Christian moan, and I'm doing that and I just suddenly feel confident enough to do anything. So with new courage, I try my best to replicate what I felt Christian do with his tongue and mouth. I know I don't come anywhere close, but I don't really care. I'm just lost in the feeling once again.

Like when I felt Christian's mouth around me, his cock is similar in its warmth, thickness, and heft. His is longer than mine and I can't get my mouth over his whole length, so I use my hand for the area I can't reach. And the whole thing is just....amazing.

I know Christian is close to his climax when he bucks his hips, while his cock twitches before his cum fills my mouth, thick and warm, and I cough as I quickly pull back before I can choke.

I hear Christian groan around a muttered, "Shit!" before he's sitting up with me and patting my back. In any other situation, I would be extremely embarrassed.

I cough a few more times, and Christian continues to pat my back. When I'm able to catch my breath and I don't have the excuse of choking, my face immediately heats up and I dive down onto the bed and bury my face in the soft downy pillows. I feel the bed shift beneath me, and then Christian's beside me and I can feel his body heat; I bite my bottom lip against a moan.

"Beau, are you okay?" Christian asks softly. I don't respond; I just grumble into the pillow. I hear Christian sigh, and then his hand is rubbing my back. "Beau, talk to me."

I grumble again, and then I lift my face out of the pillow and turn my head just enough to see him. "I'm sorry," I mumble.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry, you did nothing wrong," Christian mutters.

"I started coughing and it was embarrassing," I mumble.

"Beau, you don't have to be embarrassed," Christian mutters, as he brushes his fingertips through the hair above my forehead.

"You're only saying that to be nice," I mumble into the pillow.

Christian sighs, "No, I'm not. It happened to me the first time too. I just had to pull away before the release."

"How many times have you done it before?" I murmur curiously, as I pull my face out of the pillows.

Christian chuckles. "Are you really asking me about my sexual history?"

I feel my cheeks heat up at Christian's question, and I bite my bottom lip before murmuring, "Um, yes. I mean, I know you've been with other people before, I'm not naive. I just want to know . . ." I trail off as I hide my face into the pillow again.

Christian chuckles, and reaches out once again to run his fingers through my hair. I hum at the gentleness of his touch, and listen to our breathing fill the otherwise quiet room. "Before I met you, I was attracted mainly to girls and only sometimes I would find myself with another guy. You already know my dark past, and it was during those months that I started having sex and experimenting. I'm not proud of any of it, but I can't change anything about it." Christian trails off and inhales a deep breath, before saying, "My first time with a guy was scary because I was still coming to terms with my bisexuality, and I had done the exact same thing you had and it was embarrassing. But Beau, I love you and I never want you to be embarrassed around me because more often than not, I've experienced the same thing."

I bite my bottom lip, my mind spinning, and with a new resolve I push myself up into a sitting position and adamantly say, "I want to learn."

A smile tugs at Christian's lips, and he sighs as he clasps his hands to my cheeks and caresses them. He strokes my cheeks and kisses my forehead, before whispering, "You don't have to become an expert right away . . . Let's get dressed, I'll take you home."

I purse my lips, and nod. Christian may have diverted the moment into something else, but I haven't let go of the conversation. I want to learn how to make Christian feel good, and after today he seems wary of doing it again. He won't admit it, but I can feel it. We get dressed, and then we're flying through the trees and too soon the beautiful setting sun gives away to the artificial grow of city lights.

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