gorgeous, Sabrina.” He looked into her face as her mouth opened, trying to catch her breath. Then he cupped her other breast with his free hand and gently rolled her nipple. It felt like he was stroking something deep inside her body. Every time Jimmy touched her, she wanted to cry with pleasure. He closed his eyes briefly and opened them again, breathing faster as he moved his fingers and she writhed on the bed beneath him.
“I want to suck you,” he said, hoarsely, sounding short of breath. “Can I taste you, Sabrina?”
She nodded, then inhaled sharply as he bent his head and licked her left nipple while still playing his fingers over her right breast. She didn’t know what to do with her hands but ended up gripping his hair again as he nibbled and sucked. She realized that this was what lust felt like. She wanted him desperately, wanted to have sex with him, make love with him. Somewhere deep inside, the intensity of her feelings frightened her. Jimmy was licking around her breast and inhaling deeply while she shivered, helpless with pleasure. He released her nipple with a pop and kissed it gently before looking up at her face.
“This is insane,” he whispered, licking his lips as she stared at him, unable to speak. “I can’t stop myself, I want you so badly, but I don’t want to rush or push you into anything you’re not ready for,” he continued, softly stroking his thumbs around her areolas as he spoke. He looked down to where her nipples peeked out between his fingers and squeezed them, sending a shudder of pleasure through her body. She could smell the faintest bit of mint. She rubbed her leg against his as she closed her eyes to savor the sensation of his hands on her body.
“Yeah, I want you, too,” Sabrina whispered finally, trying to participate in the conversation, barely able to form a coherent thought.
“I’ve only ever felt like this once before,” Jimmy murmured, stroking her skin absently.
Sabrina’s eyes flew open, and Jimmy stilled his hands. To her astonishment, he blushed and looked away. “Jimmy?” she asked, wondering if he was okay. She struggled to think through the haze of heat that fogged her senses.
“I’m all right,” he responded, turning back and dragging his hands over her ribs to her waist. “You’re so tiny here,” he said. “I love your waist, your smooth skin.”
Sabrina blushed. “When did you feel this way before? Isn’t this what sex feels like all the time?” she asked, tentatively. She didn’t want him to stop touching her, but she wanted to know more about him.
He stilled his hands again but didn’t lift them away. Sabrina watched several emotions chase across his face, hoping she hadn’t upset him. “This is way more than the usual, for me, at least,” he finally replied, looking into her eyes. “I like sex, but I don’t sleep around that much.” Jimmy smiled. “I’ve had two relationships, and they were fun but they weren’t this intense this fast. I had no idea it would feel like this when I touched you, Sabrina, but after I kissed you last night, I—” He stopped and shook his head.
“What about the last time you felt this way? You said you’d felt like ‘this’ once before,” Sabrina asked, curiosity warring with desire. Jimmy looked out the window. The morning sun streamed into her room, sending the dust motes dancing in what seemed like celebration. Her body still buzzed delightfully from his touch.
“His name was Gabriel, and I only knew him for about two weeks,” Jimmy finally said, pulling his hands back and scooping her shirt off the floor. Sabrina watched him bite his lip. When he handed Sabrina her shirt, she sat up, somewhat disappointed as she pulled the thin fabric over her head. He helped her smooth the fabric down over her breasts, and her eyes met his. He smiled, and Sabrina smiled back, feeling reassured. She knew in her heart that getting to know Jimmy was more important than sex.
“I met him my