Welcome!

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You hadn’t shown up, you never do that. No call beforehand either. To say Zeno was worried was an understatement. He always worried about you.

You were meant to be just his secretary. But he thought so much more than that of you. He wanted so much more of you. But like prey, the predator must wait for the right moment… or something like that was what he was taught when he was younger under the connection’s watchful eye.

Not that he ever thought of you as lower than him.

But now, he was driving- no, speeding to your place with concern being the only thing on his mind.

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Once there, he let himself in as he already had a key to your place. He told himself it was for “safety reasons.”

Making quick work of the layout of your house, he found himself at your door and opened it gently. There he found you, quiet and still.

He rushed over to your side and slipped his coat off now, sitting next to you on the bed.

The shift in your mattress awoke you, there was a very subtle sigh of relief above you. “Zeno?” You mumbled, one eye cracked open.

He smiled a little, “just me… you weren’t expecting anyone else, were you?”

“No, not even you, to be honest.” You laughed softly and shuffled around until you were a little more upright. Now both eyes open and looking… just dreadful.

“What happened? I had no call, nothing.” Your boss asked you.

“I passed out, I’m sick I think.” You responded, still confused, “how did you get in?”

He held it up then, the key he owned. “In case of emergencies.”

As you looked towards his face his brow was raised and you laughed. “Ah, like right now?”

“Yes, exactly like right now. You should’ve told me.” His own smile faltered and you stopped your own lighthearted giggle.

“I can’t help being unconscious.” You said, shrugging.

“You could’ve told me yesterday you were feeling unwell.”

“I could’ve. I should’ve… I’m sorry, sir.” You then looked back up from the blankets to his face again and saw his sternness melt away. “I’ll tell you next time.”

“Hmm… good. and…” he moved slightly closer, “you don’t have to call me sir outside of work.”

That surprised you and made your own brow raise now. “Oh… well. Zeno. I shall call you in future I promise.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” he nodded and let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding. “Would you like anything right now to help with… this?” He gestured at you, making you laugh again at his awkwardness.

“Yes please. Tea would be nice.”

You’ve been dating your sweet boyfriend Leon for a while now. He’s still at the police academy working hard to join the forces. And you have a job that keeps money in the bank. Everything’s going well in your lives. And most importantly, your relationship is going amazingly.

There’s only one thing that hasn’t happened yet, though… sex.

You’re both virgins, too shy to try it for the first time. Your only knowledge about sex is from porn and erotica novels, which you hope will help someday. Leon is in the same situation as well.

You both agreed to do it on your next date.

And that day came.

You’re sitting at the edge of the bed, heart pounding like crazy. You’re at his place; the room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp, creating a warm atmosphere.  Leon is just like you, sitting close beside you. His knee brushes yours, and you can feel it slightly trembling. 

“We really don’t have to rush anything,” he says gently. He takes your hand in his, thumb stroking your knuckles. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just tell me. I want you to feel good… and be safe.”

You nod, cheeks burning. “Yeah, safe sounds good.” You whisper. “I’m really nervous… but I’m glad my first time is going to be with you, Leon.”

“Me too,” he says with a shy laugh. “I, um… I bought some condoms earlier. Is that okay?”

You smile softly, relieved. “Yes. Thank you for thinking of that.”

He smiles shyly and leans in for a kiss. It’s soft and hesitant, your lips brushing just slightly. It deepens slowly as he cups your face with gentleness, like you’re something precious to him. When you break apart, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing your sweet scent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

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He starts with soft kisses. His lips trail your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck, making you shiver. “You’re wonderful,” he murmurs against your skin. His hands slide under your shirt, gently lifting it off. He kisses your collarbone, then lower, cupping your breasts. His thumbs brush your nipples, and you let out a small gasp.

“Is this okay?” he asks, sounding a little nervous.

“Yes,” you breathe. You pull his shirt off too, running your hands over his chest. He groans softly at your touch.

After both of you are completely bare, he reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out an unopened box, fumbling a little as he tears it open. “I’ve never put one on before,” he confesses, glancing at you. “This might… uh… take a second.”

You watch him, feeling a mix of nervousness and affection. He rolls the condom down his length carefully, brows furrowed in concentration, making sure it’s on properly. “Okay… I think that’s right,” he says, sounding proud. “If you ever change your mind, we don’t have to keep going, okay?”

You reach for him. “It’s okay.” You whisper. “I want to do this.”

He smiles, then lays you back against the pillows slowly, kissing every new inch of skin that is revealed to him. “Gosh, you’re gorgeous.” He then settles between your thighs. His fingers slowly trace up your inner legs, teasing lightly before gently parting your folds. He strokes you there with careful touches, finding your sensitive spot.

“You’re so wet already,” he says, sounding shy and amazed. “Tell me if it feels good.”

“It does…Leon…” you moan softly as his fingers move slowly. You’re practically melting in his touch. The pleasure builds gradually, making your hips twitch. He watches your face the whole time, loving the way you look right now, occasionally leaning down to kiss your stomach or thighs.

After a while, he lowers his head. His tongue replaces his fingers. It’s so warm. You arch and whimper while he’s exploring you, humming softly like he’s savoring you. “You taste… incredible,” he whispers between licks. His one finger slides inside you carefully, curling while his tongue keeps working. 

You are panting, fingers threading through his dirty blonde hair. “L-Leon… I’m close…” You manage to say.

“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, increasing the pressure just a little. Your first orgasm washes over you in warm waves, thighs trembling around his shoulders as you cry out.

He kisses his way back up your body, giving you time. “I could do this all night…”

You manage to let out a chuckle: “Yeah, me too.”

His erection is pressing against your thigh now. “Ready?” he asks, eyes locked on yours.

You nod, pulling him closer. He positions himself and pushes in slowly. “God, this feels… so good.” He groans, staying still once he’s fully inside. “How does that feel?” he asks, voice shaky. “Talk to me, baby.”

“It feels…full,” you manage, gripping his shoulders. “But good. Keep going… please.”

His movements are unhurried; he found a slow rhythm. “Like this?” he breathes against your neck.

“Yes. Yes.” Your shyness fades bit by bit as pleasure builds. His free hand caresses your side, your breasts, your hip as if he’s examining your body. You move with him, hips lifting. He groans softly. “You feel perfect, baby.”

The sensation starts to deepen. A warm tension coils low in your belly, growing with each thrust. Your breathing quickens. “L-Leon… I think… I-I’m close,” you whisper, a little embarrassed.

He nods, eyes full of affection and desire. “I’ve got you. Just focus on how it feels.” He keeps the same steady pace, angling slightly to brush a spot that makes you moan softly. He smiles shyly at the sound you make. “There? Good?”

“Yes… don’t stop,” you reply breathily.

He doesn’t. Your legs wrap around him instinctively. He holds you closer, murmuring, “Come for me whenever you’re ready. I want to feel you.”

Finally, the wave crests. Pleasure crashes over you in long, shuddering pulses. You cry out softly, body tightening around him as the orgasm washes through you. He keeps moving gently through it, riding the waves with you, whispering sweet praises. “That’s my girl… so beautiful.”

His thrusts become deeper, a little more urgent, but he’s still careful not to overwhelm you. His breathing turns ragged against your neck. “I’m close too,” he whispers hoarsely. “You feel too good… I can’t hold back anymore.”

You hold him tighter, whispering, “Whenever you’re ready.”

With a low groan, he buries himself deep inside you one final time. His body tenses as his orgasm hits, pulsing inside the condom in strong waves.  He moans your name softly into your skin, face pressed against your neck. Both of you are breathless now.

He stays buried deep for a long moment, savoring the closeness, before carefully pulling himself out with a soft sigh. He removes the condom and disposes of it quickly. Then he rolls to the side and immediately gathers you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. His heart pounds rapidly as he’s stroking your hair and back with soothing touches.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice still husky. “That was… incredible. How do you feel?”

You snuggle closer. “More than okay. Safe. With you.”

He smiles shyly and lands one last kiss on your lips. “I love you so much.”