Page 53 of The Troll’s Summer Flame

“Did you know skin-to-skin contact warms people up faster? Is that true?”

“In some cases,” I say, and for a moment I almost go into safety mode and start explaining thermal insulated blankets. Then, I realize that’s not what she means. She means it’s time for me to do my job as boyfriend. As her loved one.

Keep my girlfriend warm.

With a chuckle that I can’t control, I pull her to my lap, and nuzzle her neck, hands roaming over her arms and bare midriff.

Andrea sighs, and her hands roam, too.

Down my chest.

To the hard, thick length that’s going to rip through my jeans.

I hiss when she touches me, even though the thick denim seam.

“No-go zone?” Andrea asks, her hand coming back to cup my face.

“It’s a very much go zone,” I growl. “If you want to.”

“I want to explore every piece of you,” Andrea says, echoing my own worried thoughts from earlier. “And I could explore better if we were both under the covers and out of these clothes. What do you think?”

I think being naked with Andrea would be like heaven on Earth, and my cock throbs and dribbles a shower of pre-cum at the thought of her skin rubbing against mine with nothing between us. “Good idea,” I croak.

“Then I’ll close the blinds and shut the door so Chopin doesn’t bother us,” she giggles. “You get under the covers.”

“Right.”

When Andrea’s back is turned, I strip in seconds and slide under the covers.

Andrea comes back and kneels on the bed. Looks at me as she fluffs her damaged hair back and ties it with a little elastic band from her wrist. Wriggles her shoulders and reveals her perfect oval breasts with wide brown circles and hard, crinkly little tips.

“You do this part,” she breathes, lying down next to me, putting my hand on her hip.

This part. Undressing her where she’s most intimate and vulnerable.

Because she trusts you. Loves you. You took such good care of her, so she knows she’ll be safe.

I nod as we curl together, her half-naked body joining me under her sheets. My hand completely spans her soft lower belly, and it’s like magic when I slide my fingers underneath and hear her moan, just from the relatively innocent touch of me pulling her shorts and underwear down.

“So soft.” I marvel, fingers caressing thighs. Hipbones. The soft, curly strip of hair that’s barely there on the softest part of her.

Well, almost the softest. Inside, she must be divinely soft. Mind-blowingly soft. My hand strokes back up to her breast, and my mouth falls open when Andrea moans and arches into my touch. “These are so perfect,” I murmur, in shock at how easy it is to touch her and be touched by her.

“This is so hard. All of you is so hard,” Andrea whispers, hands slowly working from shoulders to hips—and then meeting at the base of my cock.

With a groan, I roll back, helpless. Andrea’s hands join together to make a vise around my cock, and she slides up and down. Squeezing. Sighing. “Oh, God,” I groan, a prayer of thankfulness for making pleasure and for giving Andrea to me so we can share it.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Andrea purrs.

“Nothing has ever felt this good.”

“Ooh, just wait.” Andrea giggles and slides away. Slides down.

“Where are you going?” I ask, alarmed. I don’t know how to reciprocate the cuddling if my girlfriend hides at the bottom of the bed.

“I’m going to show you things you might like,” Andrea says, scooting to kneel between my knees, covers now down around her hips like some kind of fallen cape. “There are lots of names for this. Blow job. Giving head. Oral sex. I bet you know them.”

I nod, eyes suddenly in danger of popping free and shooting across the room. “I know the words. That is not an act I’ve done or seen done.”