First-timer fun

That first time she pressed her breast into my palm is what I keep circling back to. Her nipple tightened fast under my thumb. She tasted sweet when she kissed me open-mouthed, the quick wet flick of her tongue against mine. Later she climbed over me, guided my hand down, and rocked until her slick folds parted. She went still, breath catching, eyes half-lidded as it washed through her. That look—quiet and bright at once—is what I hunt for now, in every bed I fall into.