SOMETHING WET TRAILED DOWN my thigh making me press them together. My eyes dropped from his to the bulge, his hand slowly moved from mine.

It's not like I haven't seen a penis before, well not a real one. I have biology, so I've learned pretty much everything there is to know about the human productive system. I don't thing biology can ever prepare us for the real one.

He's hard, extremely hard and he feels big. How big is he? I moved my hand surprised when he groaned hips jerking forward. My eyes snapped back up to his mouth falling open as he jerked forward again. It feels good for him?

"Turn around Alia." Stephen ordered huskily removing my hands from his pants.

He slowly turned me around pressing his chest against my back. My legs quivered as his breath fanned my neck and ear. What's he going to do now? He placed his hands on my hips pulling them back.

I can feel him pressing into the small of my back just above my ass.

"You don't need big tits." His hands cubed my breasts, palms moving against my sensitive nipples. "Or a flat stomach." His hands trailed lower. "Or the perfect hips. Or thin thighs." Stephen's hands moved lower. "To be perfect."

I tilted my neck to the side as his lips trailed down my neck to my shoulder. Back up again to my ear.

"You are gorgeous, just the way you are. Your body is perfection, sexy. Do you understand Alia?"

I nod my eyes fluttering close as his hands trailed up my sides stopping beneath my breasts.

"I don't understand head gestures."

"Yes." I whispered pressing myself back against him.

"Good girl." His hands moved from my body, down my arms to my hands.

Placing them onto of mine he moved both our arms up. His hand placed mine against my neck slowly moving them down.

"Close you eyes and clear your mind. I want you to only concentrate on the feel of your hands." Stephen bit my earlobe gently nibbling with his teeth then trailed his lips lower. "Only feel, hear and smell."

He guided my hands lower over my breast, down my stomach then up again. My hands closed over the aching globes, nipples scraping my skin. Slowly he began massaging them, tweaking the nipples between our fingers.

I moaned body arching my head falling back against his shoulder. He moved one of my hands over my stomach down to the apex of my tights. My breathing sped up as the hairs tickled my palm as he slid my hand lower, over the wet curls.

"You're soaking wet, baby."

Our fingers trailed over my pussy lips, lower before moving up. Spreading my lips slight, my juices clung to our fingers.

"Oh." My hips jerked as we touched my clitoris.

Our hands slipped lower again, he moved his hand from mine slightly but slipped my fingers into my pussy.

My muscles clenched around my fingers making a moan slip past my lips.

"Move you fingers." His lips brushed my neck causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin.

I did what he said slowly moving my finger in and out. His hand disappeared from mine moving to my hip. Stephen used his foot to make me spread my legs wider apart.

"Does it feel good baby?"

I nodded my hips moving along with my fingers. Every time I pull my fingers out I move my hips backwards brushing against his erection. He moaned in my ear making my stomach muscles tighten, my legs quivering.

"Stephen."

His hand on my hip moved upwards closing over my breasts squeezing. "Tell me what you want Alia."

"You."

Stephen chuckled stepping away from me, my body instantly missed the heat of his. "Get on the bed, lie on your back."

Pulling my hand from between my legs I turned around. I got on the bed laying down in the middle on my back. He stood at the edge of the bed his green eyed trailing over my body.

I pressed my legs together licking my dry lips. My chest heaved up and down as he walked around the bed slowly.

"You are a sight for sore eyes." He placed his knee on the bed then his hands, hovering next to me.

"Stephen.."

He smiled laying down next to me. Leaning up on his elbow he pressed his legs against mine.

His lips caught mine as he placed his hand on my stomach. Slowly it trailed down over the curls and lower. Instead of touching me he moved his hands to the inside of my thigh.

I moved my leg over his like he instructed. His hand slid down again. I gasped one hand clutching the sheets my other gripping his wrist. Stephen slid a finger inside me, his digit thicker than my own fingers.

Slowly he started to move pressing his thumb against my bud. Moans fell from my lips as my hips followed the movement. The feeling is unknown but if made wave after wave of pleasure wash through me.

"Stephen.... Oh!" The orgasm is unexpected.

Pressing my legs together I arched my body crying out as his fingers continued to move, his thumb flicking my clitoris.

Slowly I faded back to earth, my senses returning as my body relaxed back into the mattress.

"Welcome back baby." His lips brushed my cheek.

My hips jerked as he flicked my bud again. "N-no more. Please Stephen."

"For now." Stephen chuckled removing his hand from between my legs.

My eyes widened as he sucked his finger into his mouth sucking my juices from his finger.

His eyes laughed down at me. "I can't wait to taste you."

I groaned covering my face with my hands as he chuckled. I shifted slightly making a hiss fall from his lips.

"I'm sorry!" I turned onto my side my eyes dropping to his pants.

The bulge seemed bigger.

His whole body is tense, but he still smiled at me. "We should get you cleaned up."

"What about you?"

His eyes caught mine. "You don't need to worry about me, I'm fine baby."

"But.."

He silenced me by capturing my lips in a kiss. Pushing me back onto the bed he hovered above me. I opened my legs allowing him to settle between them.

My hands trailed over his skin, down his chest to the band of his pants. I slipped my hand inside, uncertainly. His whole body tensed above mine. Stephen broke the kiss his eyes slowly opening to look down at me.

I bit my lip my hand slipping deeper inside. He's not wearing any underwear. My fingers brushed against him causing his eyes to flutter close. I pushed the shorts lower watching as his erection sprung free.

It slapped against his stomach. The mushroom tip is glistering with moisture, the veins standing out and the skin looking smooth.

My eyes moved up. He's watching me silently his lip caught between his teeth. My eyes dropped again, I hesitated slightly. Closing my fingers around his length I sucked in a shaky breath. He's thick, my fingers can barely close around him. The length is hard to tell from this position, but just looking at him the though of how he will fit entered my mind.

"You'll stretch to accommodate me."

"But what if it doesn't fit?"

He laughed his head dropping to the crook of my neck as I moved my hand down then up.

I know that the mushroom tip is the most sensitive part. I've read enough books to know how to give a hand job. Yet I'm still uncertain. What if I do it wrong? What if I hurt him?

Stephen moaned his arms starting to quiver. "Alia."

My legs closed, muscles tightening as my name slipped from his lips. It sounds so fucking sexy.

He moved, his hand caught mine moving it up next to my head. He did the same with my other hand. His eyes caught mine as his hips lowered.

"Ah." The tip nudged my clitoris making my hips jerk upwards.

Leaning up I captured his lips. Kissing him like he taught me too. My tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring then playing with his.

His hips lowered. The tip slowly slid into my clenching pussy.

Stephen cursed burying his face in my neck again as one hand moved to my hip. "Hold still."

I nodded wrapping my legs around his hips my free hand clutching his shoulder.

Stephen slipped in a little deeper making pain flash through me. It's a burning sensation as he stretched me. My hips tilted up just as he pushed forward entering me completely.

I gasp digging my nails into his skin.

Just as the doorbell rang.