Elsa

“This might be a problem,” I say, making myself comfortable in his arms.

He hangs above me, propped on his elbows, with his body pressing against mine, covering it all, and his eyes searching for answers in mine.

“You see,” I continue, ashamed. “I’ve never made love to anyone. I only fucked. And I liked it. No man has ever taught me how to make love. So… there you are. You might be disappointed,” I finish and turn my head away, embarrassed.

“Hey, bella,” he says gently, turning my face back toward himself. “You’re so vulnerable. I haven’t seen you like this before. Don’t be afraid. This will be...