"Do you really think we should... do this?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as her dark eyes searched mine for reassurance. Her petite frame was pressed lightly against me, her hands clutching the fabric of my shirt like she wasn’t sure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

I smiled softly, brushing a strand of her sleek black hair behind her ear. "You said you wanted to explore, didn’t you? We can stop anytime. Just tell me." My voice was calm, soothing, but my heart was pounding. She was so innocent, so untouched, and yet here she was, letting me take the lead.

She nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. "Okay... I trust you."

Her words sent a surge of heat through me. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her cheek first, then trailing down to her neck. She shivered, her breath hitching as my mouth found the delicate curve of her shoulder. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips, and it only made me want more.

When I finally met her lips, it was soft, tentative—just a gentle brush at first. But then she leaned into it, her lips parting slightly, and I deepened the kiss. Her hands loosened their grip on my shirt, sliding up to my shoulders as she kissed me back with a surprising intensity.

My fingers traced the line of her jaw, then moved down to caress her hair. She was so soft, so warm. I could feel her body relaxing against mine, and it was intoxicating. My hand slid down her back, resting just above the curve of her hip before gently moving to her side. Through the thin fabric of her blouse, I could feel the swell of her small breast.

She froze for a moment, her body tensing, and I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss. "It’s okay," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring. "We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for."

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, but then she shook her head, almost imperceptibly. "No... I... I want to keep going."

I smiled again, leaning in to kiss her once more. This time, my hand returned to her breast, my thumb brushing lightly over the fabric until I felt the hard peak of her nipple pressing against it. She gasped softly, her hips shifting ever so slightly against mine.

"You’re so beautiful," I whispered against her lips, my fingers circling her nipple slowly, teasingly. She let out a quiet moan, her breath warm against my skin. Encouraged, I gently squeezed, feeling her squirm in my arms as her body responded to my touch.

My other hand slipped under her blouse, my fingertips grazing the smooth skin of her stomach before moving higher. She hesitated for a moment, but then she lifted her arms slightly, allowing me to pull the blouse up and over her head. Beneath it, she wore a simple white bra, the lace barely covering her small breasts.

"Can I?" I asked, my fingers hovering over the clasp at the front of her bra. She nodded, her breathing shallow, and I unhooked it easily, letting it fall away.

Her breasts were perfect—small and round, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. I leaned down, my lips closing around one while my hand cupped the other. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I teased her with my tongue, nibbling gently before moving to the other breast.

Her hips bucked slightly, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. My hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her waist before slipping under the hem of her skirt. She stiffened again, but I paused, my fingers resting lightly on her thigh.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I murmured against her skin.

She shook her head again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t stop."

My fingers moved higher, creeping up the inside of her thigh until they brushed against the damp fabric of her panties. She was soaked, and I couldn’t help but groan at the feel of it. I pressed my palm against her, rubbing in slow circles as she moaned softly.

"Can I take these off?" I asked, my voice husky with desire.

She stared into my eyes for what felt like an eternity, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Finally, she nodded, and I could see the mixture of fear and anticipation in her gaze.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside. Her thighs parted slightly, inviting me in, and I didn’t hesitate. My mouth found her first, my tongue exploring the soft folds before flicking over her clit.

She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets beneath us as I lapped at her hungrily. My fingers joined in soon after, sliding inside her with ease as she moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed to meet my touch.

"You feel so good," I murmured against her skin, my tongue working in slow circles as I curled my fingers inside her. Her body tensed, her back arching as she gasped for air. And then she came apart completely, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her trembling.

Her toes curled, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode out the wave of pleasure. When it finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she looked up at me with wide, dazed eyes.

"Was that...?" she began, but I cut her off with a kiss.

"That was just the beginning," I whispered...