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Word count: approx 340
Summary: Abby didn’t actually ask if it was Connor’s first time. She didn’t need to.
Abby didn’t actually ask if it was Connor’s first time. She didn’t need to; the fact that his hands were practically shaking, and his dark eyes held equal amounts of anticipation and fear told her everything she needed to know.
At first it was awkward. Awkward and fractured and too slow. That look of fear stayed in his eyes, as if he expected her to reject him even now, even after she had finally asked him to come into her bed.
Eventually Abby slid a hand around the back of Connor’s neck and pulled him down into a long, gentle kiss.
“Stop panicking,” she whispered. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be you.”
Connor’s eyes widened and he let out a surprised laugh that was as much a release of tension as it was about humour. Whatever he was expecting her to say, that clearly hadn’t been on the list. He hesitated for another moment, and then a smile finally chased away the last of his fears. His fingers trailed slowly down her body and Abby arched into his touch, desperate for more.
As he finally gained confidence, his hands and mouth gently explored her body in a way that no man ever had before. His eyes silently asked permission whenever he strayed into unknown territory, and that was new for her as well. Abby let him set the pace, encouraged him when he got it right, and guided him when he faltered.
She was so focussed on making sure that he was okay that, for once, her own climax caught her by surprise. His name on her lips mingled with the sound of his breathless gasp, and when Abby felt wetness on her face she wasn’t sure if it was his tears or her own.
It was only afterwards, lying safe and content in his arms, that Abby realised Connor wasn’t the only one who had experienced a first that night.
Oh, she’d had sex many times before. But tonight was the first time she had ever made love.