Of course

Emily didn’t rush.

She let the tension simmer, her hips still gently rocking against him, feeling him grow harder beneath her with every breath. Her fingers drifted down his chest, tracing the soft slope of his ribs beneath the fabric of his t-shirt, then lower—slipping beneath the hem.

He lifted his arms without being asked.

She peeled the shirt up and off, baring him fully.

He was pale. Slender. Almost too thin, but not quite—his ribs just faintly visible beneath his skin. His chest was smooth, soft, no sculpted muscle or definition. **** in a way that felt achingly human.

Emily’s eyes lingered on him.

He didn’t look like a boy who spent time shirtless in front of mirrors. Didn’t look like someone who’d ever had someone look at him like this—see him, want him.

But she did.

He wasn’t unattractive. Not at all. Just… unpolished. Honest. The kind of body that hadn’t been shaped for anyone else’s approval.

And in that moment, she felt a flicker of something warm and unexpected. Because it was real. Because he was real.

Her fingers drifted lower, down that faint trail of hair disappearing under the waistband of his sweatpants.

He held his breath.

She curled her hands into the waistband, and tugged.

The sweats slipped down his hips easily, pooling at his thighs—followed by the soft cotton of his boxers. And what was revealed made her breath catch all over again.

“Jesus.”

Nine inches. Maybe more. Thick and flushed and already weeping precum at the tip. It lay against his thigh like a weapon he didn’t know how to wield.

Emily stared.

“Eli,” she murmured. “You’ve been walking around like that and still convinced you weren’t worth looking at?”

He flushed to the roots of his hair. “I—I didn’t think—”

She cut him off with a soft touch, her fingers wrapping gently around the base of his cock. She had to adjust her grip—twice—just to take him all in.

“You’re gonna break someone,” she whispered, voice low and awed. “You need a license for this thing.”

Eli groaned, head tipping back, hips twitching against her hand.

And then she leaned in.

Eyes on his, breath warm against his shaft.

“Let me show you what it feels like to be wanted.”