▪️G R A H A M▪️

I watched Octavia carefully, each movement she made pulling me deeper into the moment.

Her body language was a mix of curiosity and something else I could not quite name. The way her eyes stayed locked on mine, the slight quiver in her hands, told me that she was not just curious, there was something more there.

Something raw. Something genuine. I could see it in the way she shifted on her knees, the way her gaze drifted over me, and I felt a rush of something powerful and undeniable.

Octavia was beautiful, but it was not just her physical beauty that had me captivated. It was the way she looked at me—like she was seeing something that no one else could. There was a kind of relief in her eyes, a depth to her gaze, like she was holding on to a secret she was not ready to share. I could not help but hope, though, that one day she would feel comfortable enough to tell me, as I would never force her to reveal what she was not ready to.

"I want to see you naked."

The simplicity of her request hit me like a thunderclap, pulling me from my thoughts as I froze for a second.

As Octavia proceeded to kneel before me, my heart skipped a beat. To be honest, I had not expected things to go this far tonight and even though I did not know if I was ready for it, I knew one thing for sure—I wanted to give her everything.

Even so, I found myself faltering at her bold words.

It was not insecurity about my body that made me pause; I was confident enough in myself. But with Octavia, it was different. I wanted to be everything she had hoped for, everything she deserved.

I wanted to be more than just someone she desired physically; I wanted to be someone she could trust, someone she could rely on. I hoped, beyond hope, that I could make her feel as deeply for me as I did for her.

Her gaze never wavered, and the intensity in her eyes made my own pulse quicken. I was suddenly acutely aware of the space between us, the way she was taking me in, studying me like I was the most important thing in the room.

It took me a moment to realize that I had not said anything in the last few seconds, my mind clouded by everything I was feeling. The silence stretched between us, and I quickly shook myself out of it, giving her a soft smile as I finally spoke.

"Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. It was all I needed to say, though. Because somehow, with her, the unspoken things felt just as real as the words.

"May I?" Octavia asked, her hands resting on my belt.

I nodded slowly, my breath shuddering as I watched her fingers move with deliberate slowness, lowering the zipper of my jeans over the growing bulge beneath.

The room was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy and intimate, wrapping itself around us like a blanket. I felt the heat of her gaze on me as she took her time, inch by inch, pulling my jeans down. My muscles tensed involuntarily as the space between us shrank. I could feel her taking me in, not just physically, but in a way that made every touch seem deliberate, every movement charged with anticipation.

When she finally removed the last of my clothes, leaving me standing in front of her, completely exposed, my throat went dry. I stood still, my body—lean and toned—seemed to be under a microscope as her eyes moved over me. I could not tear my gaze away from hers. The way she looked at me made me feel like I was exactly who I needed to be for her.

I watched her closely, noting the way her lips parted slightly, her eyes growing softer, more intent. There was a flicker of something in her gaze, something that made the pulse at my neck throb harder. She did not just look at me; she studied me, and for a moment, I could almost see her mind working, piecing me together. Her eyes traced the lines of my torso, lingering on the contours of my chest and abs, and then slowly moving lower. The way she examined me with such quiet focus, it made something inside me tighten, a deep, primal instinct urging me to stay exactly where I was.

I noticed the slight lift of her brow, as though she was impressed, and I could have sworn her breath caught in her throat for just a second. Her lips curled upward, the smallest hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. It was not a wide grin, but a subtle, appreciative expression that told me everything I needed to know. She liked what she saw.

At the sight of my trimmed, red pubic hair, her eyes widened before noting the way my manhood had a slight curve to it as it jutted upward. The warmth in her eyes deepened, and for a brief moment, I saw a kind of wonder in them. Even though I felt exposed, I also felt incredibly wanted, in a way that no one had ever made me feel before.

When she made that soft sound, a small gasp that she quickly tried to cover, my heart skipped a beat. Her eyes were still fixed on me, but there was a slight tension in the air, something unspoken.

"What's wrong?" I asked, while searching her face for any sign of discomfort.

Octavia shook her head quickly. "Nothing," she said, but I could hear the slight tremor in her voice.

"Are you sure?"

With a nod, she gave me a nervous smile, "It's just, given your height and body composition I knew you'd be big, I just didn't expect you to be this big."

I chuckled, trying to mask the rush of confidence that surged through me. "I guess it looks different than in the movies?" I teased, my lips curving into a smirk.

She let out a nervous laugh, and I could see the tension in her body start to ease. "Yeah, it definitely looks different in person," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper while still staring at my manhood.

I smiled at the honesty in her voice.

Octavia was so intelligent, so mature, that in this moment, I almost forgot how innocent she truly was. She carried herself with such confidence, with a depth far beyond her years. But seeing her now, as she took in the sight of me, I was reminded that this was the first time she had ever seen a naked man in real life. It highlighted the innocence she still held, tucked away beneath her composed exterior. And in that moment, I wanted to be more tender with her than I ever had before.

I watched as she leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on mine, before her hand slowly drifted over my hip. The touch was soft but purposeful, her fingers skimming across my skin. I could not stop myself from tensing as her hand made contact, my muscles flexing under her touch, and I felt a slight shudder run through me at the sensation.

"Did I do something wrong?" Octavia asked, her voice a little hesitant.

"Nay, love," I murmured, trying to calm her. "Just wasn't expecting your touch to feel like that."

"Like what?"

I paused, taking in the moment, watching the way she studied me—how her gaze lingered on my face and then drifted back down to where her fingers still rested on my skin, barely moving. I swallowed hard, not wanting to scare her with my intensity but I was not about to lie to her either. I needed her to know how she made me feel, how her touch was affecting me. It was more than just physical; there was something deeper there.

"Like..." I paused, trying to gather my thoughts without sounding too forceful. "Like you're driving me wild. In a good way, but, it's a lot. I didn't expect your touch to be this powerful."

"Oh!" Octavia gaped.

"But I'm not complaining," I added, giving her a reassuring smile, hoping to put her at ease. "Just letting you know how much I'm feeling this."

Her lips parted slightly, but she did not say anything in response, but the way her body shifted, leaning into my touch, told me everything I needed to know. Octavia's pupils dilated; her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that mirrored my own. She was enjoying this too, drawn closer as if seeking more of the connection between us.

It was in that instant, as I looked at her, that I accepted that I was truly and deeply in love with the beautiful, young woman smiling up at me.

Unable to hold back any longer I reached for her, pulling her gently to her feet.

My hands brushed over her shoulders, lingering at the clasp of her bra. Her gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, I found myself waiting, silently asking for her permission. When she gave me a small nod, I unhooked it, and the fabric slid down her arms. A shiver ran through me as I saw her body exposed in front of me, her skin glowing in the dim light.

Octavia was absolutely breathtaking; her large breasts did not sit high and firm like something sculpted on a doctor's table. They had weight, softness, a natural curve that made her feel real and deeply womanly.

Stunning in a way that I just could not put into words.

I wanted nothing more than to wrap my lips around her dusky rose-brown nipples and the appreciative sound that escaped me was involuntary, a low growl of admiration. The way her pupils dilated only added to the heat that was already building within me.

"You're exquisite," I whispered, my voice rough with sincerity, barely able to contain the way she made me feel.

Without thinking, I kissed her, pulling her closer, my hands slipping into her hair to untie the band that held it back. Her curls cascaded down her back, and I could not help but lose myself in them, tangling my fingers through the soft strands. As our kiss deepened, the heat of her pressing against me made everything feel more intense, more alive. I could feel my pulse racing in time with hers as she sighed against my mouth, her warmth wrapping around me completely.

Before I even realized what was happening, we were moving toward the bed.

I pulled Octavia down with me, cradling her in my arms as I laid back on the mattress. My hands went behind my head, my gaze never leaving her, watching her as she took me in with such focus, such intent. The storm in my chest only grew as I gave her a slow, inviting smile, silently telling her that I was in no rush.

"Take your time," I said softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

I could see it in her eyes—how much she appreciated my words, my patience.

There was no pressure, no rush, just the quiet promise that she was in control of everything, at her own pace. I wanted her to know that she did not have to do anything she was not ready for. She had all the space she needed, and I was happy to give it to her.

Her hands slowly explored my chest, her touch light, tentative at first, as if she were feeling her way through the unknown. But I could tell it was more than curiosity; it was discovery, and the way her fingers moved over me was almost hypnotic. I let out a low, contented sound at the way her hand drifted lower, over the ridges of my abdomen.

The sounds she made, the quiet gasps and soft whimpers, were like music to me, better than anything I could have imagined. It was a sound I had never heard from her before, and it stirred something deep inside me.

When her lips brushed over the skin of my chest, the soft groan that escaped me told her everything she needed to know about how she was making me feel. It was like a spark had ignited, and the fire was spreading, consuming us both.

The warmth of her body against mine, the way her breath wavered when she kissed my chest in various spots, it was like stepping into something new, something we had both been waiting for without knowing it. I could feel her hesitation, and it only made me want to be gentler, more tender with her.

There was no fear between us, only this deep connection that seemed to stretch beyond us. In this moment, I could feel it. She was exactly where she was meant to be.

It seemed as though Octavia had come to the same conclusion. Her movements slowed, and she suddenly sat up, pulling away just enough to create a small, but noticeable space between us.

For a brief moment, I watched as she took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to mine. She looked at me shyly, the way her hands fidgeted with the bed sheet betraying her nerves, but I waited, understanding that she was going to ask something.

Her voice barely reached me as she mumbled, "Would you like to remove my underwear?"

I froze for a moment, her words hanging in the air between us. There was a quiet vulnerability in the way she phrased it, though. It was not about rushing, or pushing. It was about trust. I could see it in the way she looked at me: she trusted me, completely. I reached out, gently cupping her chin so I could tilt her face toward mine, my gaze soft and steady as I tried to read her eyes.

"Only if you're ready," I said, my voice calm, yet laced with the desire I could not hide.

She seemed to take in my words, and then, after a beat, she nodded just once, her breath hitching ever so slightly. Without saying another word, I sat up, my hands suddenly sliding over her hips.

I could not help the satisfied smile that curved at the corners of my mouth as she squealed when I flipped us over, my body hovering above hers. My eyes locked briefly with Octavia's before I trailed my gaze down her body. As I slowly removed her underwear, I drank in every inch of her exposed skin.

She was like a work of art—beautiful, vulnerable, and entirely mine in that moment.

"You came prepared?" I teased, letting my finger trace a light path along her hip before moving over her pubic mound, savouring the feel of her smooth skin beneath my touch.

"Well... Emily thought it might be a good idea to get a wax together."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her answer. "Really now?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity. "Is that something you usually do together?"

"No, it was my first time. Hurt like hell too, not sure I'd be doing it again. Usually I just trim, but I thought I'd try something new. Do you like it?"

I did not answer right away.

My mind briefly drifted as I glanced down at her bare skin again, my gaze briefly resting on her smoothness. I tried my best to keep my thoughts from showing. It was not about judgment, more about the quiet question of whether she had done this for me or because it was something she wanted. But the way she looked at me, with a small hint of self-consciousness in her eyes, made me want to reassure her.

Whatever she had done—or had not done—was perfect in my eyes.

"If you don't like waxing, you don't have to," I said, trying to keep it light. "After all, I don't mind a little hair."

Octavia looked at me, her expression softening, and I could see the relief in her eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, I love that I can see every part of you. But I won't lie, I was curious to see if you'd have hints of red here too."

She let out a soft laugh as she replied, "It'll grow back."

Her voice, breathless and soft, sent a thrill through me. I had never wanted anyone more in my life than I wanted her right now. I could not stop myself from slipping my fingers over her, enjoying the feel of her wetness coating my hand.

"I can't wait," I murmured. "Now, lay back and let me make you feel good."

A shiver ran through her, and before I could stop myself, my mouth was on hers again. I could feel her melt beneath me, her body responding to every touch, every kiss.

For the first time in my life, I was completely lost in someone. I was utterly lost in Octavia, and I loved it.

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A/N: These two... 🥰