Your first relationship— being with Tamsy of all people? While others pondered why you’d choose him, you wondered how you could even pull someone like Tamsy.
But this being your first relationship? You were… inexperienced with a lot of things. Especially.. (how should I put this?)—let’s just say you were inexperienced in the bed.
Your hands gripped the bedsheets like they were a lifeline, your small breaths only heard in the silence of Tamsy’s room. It wasn’t like you were completely nervous— you were just unsure of what to do. You’ve never had intimacy— especially with someone like your partner; who was more nonchalant.
Tamsy’s hand rested on your waist, and you struggled to look up and make eye-contact. You two were just entangled in the bed, (maybe your pants were gone) and you were already so flushed and out of breath.
“Are you nervous?” He asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I can tell you are.”
Your breath caught in your throat. You were this obvious? Or perhaps he’s just incredibly perceptive.
“Uhm… I mean..” Your voice trailed off, and then you let out a sigh. “Sorry.”
He shook his head. “No, don’t apologize at all.” He brushed a stray hair behind your ear, leaning in closer to whisper, “Let me guide you.”
Pressing a kiss to your collarbone, he slowly trailed up your neck, ending the kisses at your jawline. You were practically shaking— just sitting there and embracing him. He put a hand on your chest, the other on your waist.
God, why was he so… good?