(This Chapter is for @Sel_Murf thank you for all the support.)

"Leia, where is all this coming from? I know you are not ready for intimacy with me so why are you saying this?" He finally asked. Searching her turquoise globes, for so many emotions stirred in them, emotions he was failing to understand.

"Does that mean I can’t touch you until I want s£x," there was this underlying tone of being rejected in her words.

"No, that’s not what I mean at all. I just don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want to do. Do you even want to touch me? Or you just want to do it for my sake? Because I won’t let you do it if the latter is the truth."

He jailed her face with his hands so she won’t escape his gaze while answering him.

"Don’t you want that intimacy with me Xiran? Is it that hard to comprehend that I want to experience what it feels to hold it in my hands," she replied shyly, her emotions going haywire. She knew she was trudging on dangerous grounds here, what if he yearns to touch her too? Was she ready for it?

"I do, my dear. More than anyone else I want that with you. To bury myself deep inside you and throw my worries to the wind. To experience it with someone I love, someone my heart chose and not because I lusted for her. But I don’t want to take advantage of your innocence. I know I tease you but that’s simply it, never did I want you to feel pressured into doing this."

He spoke very calmly with her raking his hand through her damp hair.

"Xiran, I want to touch you. Let me do it, be my guide. You are not taking advantage of me. I am willing to take this step," her eyes told him that she was dead serious about this. He found her innocence sweet and he couldn’t help but feel that he was about to taint her. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and opened them after a few seconds.

"Oh! My Leia, what should I do about you? Alright if that’s what you desire we will go slow. You don’t have to see just feel. Fair enough?" She nodded at him like a dim-wit. Her heart frenzied inside her chest as she offered him her trembling hand.

"Breathe, don’t feel overwhelmed. It’s just another part of me, ok?" He instructed while taking her hand and she silently nodded, words had left her like leaves leave a tree in the autumn season.

"Eyes on me, Aselia. Don’t look down," he urged while guiding her stiff hand down, between his legs. "Relax your hand."

She did as she was told, kept her eyes glued on him, while he clasped the back of her hand and lead it inside his trouser. Her cold fingers brushed against something hard and veiny and her whole body stiffened. He was watching her intently, all her reactions, all her expressions, nothing escaped him.

"Oh!" she yelped, her hands were sweaty from all the nervousness, her breathing was uneven, chest constricted, and eyes wide at this new territory she was about to explore with him.

"Hold it," and he clasped her cold hand against his manhood, his hand on top of hers and she didn’t dislike the feel of it. It was like holding a warm candle with wax trailing on it. Soft yet firm, veiny yet smooth.

Xiran experienced a jolt in his body when she touched him. He felt good, he felt complete. She was finally touching him of her own free will. Her hands were cold and slimy and he could discern how nervous she was but tried her utmost best to not reveal it. She held him with such care as if afraid to break him.

He applied a little force to her hand so she would press it and it jerked in her hands. "Woah! Xiran," she stared at him with wide eyes.

"It likes your touch, it’s responding to it," Xiran explained with a smile and she nodded still looking hypnotized.

Xiran showed her how to move her hand, where to touch, and what to do and Aselia did as he steered her. For she was a blank canvas and Xiran was filling it with his colours, painting her with his image, and stroking her with his strokes.

"How do you feel?" She finally asked seeing a smile spreading on his curved lips.

"Fulfilled and complete, you have completed me, Leia," he removed his hand from around hers and took her face in his hands to suck on those sumptuous cherry lips of hers. They were always red, so red, so inviting.

Aselia didn’t remove her hand and moved it back and forth along his length as his lips descended on her with so much force that she forgot to breathe. He rammed his tongue inside her tiny mouth and kissed every corner, feeling all the softness she held, sucked every last drop she possessed.

She returned his kiss with as much zeal as he did, letting go of her lips he lifted her shirt and ducked underneath it. Her mounds with those cherry tops, inviting so very inviting to his eyes.

He plopped it in his mouth and slightly bit into it, her hand tightened around his shaft at his sudden action and this drove him even crazier.

His canines protruded and dug deep into her soft skin and she squealed underneath him.

"Sssss, Xiran," the ecstasy and pain mingled with her hidden desires, she wanted nothing else but to relish in this. Aselia’s back arched on its own as she squeezed him again and again, incurring his onslaught on her nipples. His other hand pinched the second one and she moaned with the pleasure it brought her.

He drank from her nipple for a long time and not for a second she wanted him to stop, not until he found his release, not until he became undone by her hands.