“Take off your clothes.”

Amy went to the buttons of her shirt and slipped each button through the slit. She knew he would have to see a few of her scars eventually, and she’d rather get it over with.

Gabriel closed the door and walked towards her. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at him. This was the first time in her whole life that she wanted to get naked with a man and have sex. Her heart was pounding inside her chest. The wetness pooled in her panties. She wanted him so badly.

She removed her shirt and went to her jeans. Gabriel stood in front of her and pulled his white shirt over his head. His muscles rippled with every movement. She reached out and touched him. He was warm and hard.

“You’re so big,” she said. His chest beneath her hand made her look so small and pale.

“I’m a lot bigger than you.” He pulled her closer, tilted her head back, and kissed her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, making love to her with his lips. She accepted him, teasing him back with gentle strokes. Gabriel pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Amy moved her hands free and wrapped herself around him.

With easy movements her bra was on the floor, and her jeans pushed down for her to step out of. She wore a pair of white cotton panties and nothing else.

Gabriel released her and took a step back. She crossed her arms over her breasts. He held her hands away, exposing her body.

“You deserve to be in thongs and silks. Would you wear the underwear I buy you?” he asked.

Her nipples budded under his ardent gaze.

“I’d wear everything you bought me,” she said and meant every word.

“Good. Take your panties off.” His voice changed. He no longer asked her but ordered. The thrill that went down her spine shocked her. Staring into his blue eyes, she pushed her panties to the floor and stood out of them. “Go and lie down on the couch,” he said.

She walked to the couch without hesitation. The need to please him filled her body. Amy lay down and watched Gabriel as he removed the last of his clothes. She stared down his body, taking in every line and muscle. He was right. She’d been with a man and had borne two children, but she was an innocent. The only time she’d seen male anatomy like this was in a textbook or the Discovery Channel. Her lips parted on a gasp as her gaze moved down to what lay at the juncture of his thighs.

He was long and thick. The red tip was bulbous, and the slit at the top looked wet. He sat down next to her on the couch. They were both naked in his sitting room, and she’d never felt more alive than she did in that moment.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked.

“Never. I feel something for you, Gabriel. I’m not sure what it is, but I never want to stop.” She tried to explain everything to him. If she could voice all that she was feeling maybe she could make sense of it all.

“Tell me everything, Amy. This is what I want. For you to be open with me.”

Amy nodded and took his hand. She’d read many books and seen stuff in the movies. Nothing she had read or seen was anything like being part of it. Taking a deep breath, she dived into this new world Gabriel had opened up.

“I ache here,” she said, placing his hand on her breast. “It feels so tight and good. I want to feel you touching my breasts.”

“Tell me where else.”

Down her body, she moved his hand. Her tummy quivered with the touch. She went down until his hand covered her pussy. “It aches here. I’m so hot and wet.”