Not wanting his pursuit to turn into a battle of wills, Lex allows Chloe to stay upright, watching her wide eyes blink at him as he brushes her hair away from her face.

Gently allowing his forehead to rest against hers, they lock eyes, his hand holding her chin, noticing it quivering ever so slightly. "I want this," he says, his full lips hovering just inches from her own. "I want you."

Suddenly feeling as though the breath has been knocked out of her, she lets her lids fall shut. Feeling in the darkness that his lips have found hers again makes her wonder just how wonderful the rest of him might feel if his kiss feels like this.

Steeling herself to continue, Chloe brings her hands to Lex's waist, tugging gently at the shirt stubbornly tucked within his trousers. Her curious fingers glide along his waistline, not sure if she can bring herself to unclasp the belt locking away that which he longs to give her.

In her mind so many times she imagined this scenario: her first time. Unlike those girls that dreamed about candlelight, and music and waves crashing onto the surf as their virginity faded away, Chloe never deluded herself into believing it would be magical; her own mind not allowing her to view things any way but realistic.

Whereas, things like the wet spot might freak out your typical virgin, Chloe was ready for it, prepared too, for intercourse to be painful, and perhaps not so great. From everything she read, the chances of her getting off simply from intercourse were slim to none, and so she had prepared herself to just get through it.

That was, until she felt his fingers glide across her clit.

Drawing in a slow, deep breath, she allows her fingers to free the small piece of metal holding in the mystery of his passion, secretly hoping some attention to his skin will detract him from her own.

Dipping her curious fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, her other hand slowly peels open his zipper. Practically holding her breath, she slides down a few inches more, freezing as a thought leaps into her mind.

Oh God, I've never seen Lex's--," she stops, blushing at her own naivety.

Even though she thought she was prepared for everything, she didn't really envision the true mechanics of this venture until this instant. God, why do movies have to freaking lie? Why can't they spend a few minutes showing people how things really work?

She had only really imagined his penis inside of her, quite positive she wasn't going to let it be put anywhere else. But now with it inches from her grasp, she's struck with panic, unsure if she will know how to handle him, scared to death she'll do it all wrong.

Keeping her eyes on her task, she reaches down, letting her inexperienced hand grasp onto the hot, swollen part of him, his thickness surprising her instantly.

Locking her hand around the shaft, his member practically leaps at the sensation of her touch, making him need to thrust into her hand.

Working her hand downward, delighting in the smooth, rigidness of his flesh, she curiously takes in the landscape of his masculinity, quickly noticing the bit of discharge pooled around the head.

Bringing her eyes up to his, she timidly whispers "let me know," before returning to her stroke, longing to please him, but fearful of what might come.

His lips stretch into a smile, his eyes sparkling as he answers in her ear, "we've got time."

Easing her onward he encourages her with a soft groan, as he watches her tentatively glide her hand down his length, her soft touch making him long for more contact.

Sweeping his two fingers along her entrance, following the trail of pearls, he moistens his touch with her juices, summoning from her a more concentrated purr.

Finding her ear again, he lets his tongue glide along the lobe, longing to taste that which he is touching.

"You're so wet," he whispers, his warm breath tingling her skin. She shudders, locking his hand in place with her thighs.

"It's okay," he breathes, his confident tone making her long to relax as his fingers graze her skin.

Opening her legs just enough to allow his hand to slide out, she tightens her grip on his dick, her lack of experience making him wince, and she jumps when she hears him hiss in her ear.

"I'm sorry," she says, beating herself up for not mastering this skill.

Always a pillar of patience, Lex soothes her with a kiss, hoping his touch will carry her away from her fears.

Teasing her center just enough to hear her sigh, he pulls back, slickening his form with her sweetness, showing her with his own hand how he needs to be touched.