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made good progress in that area.
    Gabe nudged my legs apart again and filled his eyes with the view.
    “You’re open for me,” he said. “Can you feel that? Ready for me, almost…”
    “Almost.” I panted. “Please…”
    He leaned forward, teased the hood of my clit up and breathed over it. I bucked into the empty air.
    “Easy.” He smiled, squeezing my breasts and running his palms down to my inner thighs. “Lie back, okay?”
    His eyes were foggy with delight as he drifted down to taste me. Ah, ah. I kept blinking through the sunshine, trying to remember where I was: outside. Under a tree. Near the cabin. A long way from home and everyone who could tell us how wrong this was.
    I was sighing my pleasure now, rubbing Gabe’s head and pushing myself up to meet his tongue. His fingers teased and I mewed in frustration.
    “So tell me.” He mumbled into my skin and the hum of it was delectable. “What have you had…inside?”
    “Ah…her finger…her tongue…”
    “No toys?”
    “I…no…”
    “And now…” He eased his finger in and my muscles sucked him down. “Now my finger, too. Oh…you’re tight.” He kissed my clit, lathing the hood with his tongue-tip. “I changed my mind. I like the clichés. This is going to be beyond delicious.”
    The way he slid that thick finger in and out of me, twisting up to graze my swollen spot…God. “Is…is this what it will feel like?”
    He noticed the way I stiffened. “Don’t worry, okay? We’re good.” Another kiss, this one on the very inside of my goosepimpled thigh. “I kinda think you’ll like it.”
    I did like it. The way he talked dirty to me, grunted at the taste of me, how he was more calm and controlled than eager; if I could have puddled about his feet in adoration, I’d be half-seeped into the grass by now. And I cared about nothing else.
    For minutes, something grew deep inside me in jerky snaps, conducted by the rhythm of his tongue. It peaked beneath my clit over and over before he caught on to it and pulled…pulled…
    I had to bite back the words I normally moaned to Esmé at this point: please, baby. Love you, love you –
    Ohmygod.
    It was different. Longer, harder in his mouth. As I calmed, he lingered over the swell of me and licked all the way down to my inner thighs.
    Above, the branches of silver birch swayed like velvety eyelashes, and they span in the mess of oxygen I sucked from the air.
    “Danni?”
    Gabe crept over me, planting soft kisses along my cheeks.
    “Mmm…?” I wrapped my legs around him and stroked the backs of my calves along his buttocks. “Yeah?”
    “You okay?”
    “You could say that.” I cleared my throat. “What’s your professional opinion?”
    He laughed, and I smothered the sound with a kiss. He tasted like me but different. I’d never tasted a girl on a boy before.
    “Do you still want me here?” His cock nudged at my clit, then lower. It felt heavy and round.
    “Go slow.”
    “I will.” He stroked damp hair from my face. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
    I never fell out of the ‘born gay’ mold. I grew up thinking I’d have a Prince Charming and a horse and carriage, and I always imagined my first time would be with a boy. If the ones I liked hadn’t fucked around as much as they did, maybe it would have been, but then I met Esmé at hockey club and it was natural—obvious—to fall for her. She was my first love and first lover, even if she did get on my nerves lately. Even if I followed her lead in love rather than fell upon my own waves to surf.
    Right?
    Whether or not there would ever be a man…just stopped being a topic of consideration.
    Ha.
    Gabe pressed kisses along my temple as he entered me. I was surprised at how easy it felt at first. Then suddenly, he was huge and an ache permeated, my muscles trying to force him back out.
    “Relax.” He ducked to brush his lips against mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
    “It hurts,” I said feebly. He was heavy atop me and