I make my way down the hallway to Nevaeh's room. These past few weeks, I've been even more emotionally attached to her that going to bed without spending time with her feels empty, like something is missing.

I know that we've had sex a couple of times, but I always try to control myself whenever I'm around her.

The last time I almost lost it was last week. We had sex almost the whole night and I made her cum many times -- not that I wasn't proud of it.

Yet, I don't want to be labeled as a grown man who exploits an innocent young girl a decade younger than me.

Exploit?

What the fuck am I thinking about?

I knock on Nevaeh's bedroom door and wait for her to let me in.

"Come in," her voice echoes from the other side of the door.

When I open the door, my gaze darts to her drinking something at her dresser. It looks like a pill, a medicine.

She puts the glass back on the dresser, and I frown. I close the door behind me and stride toward her.

Nevaeh notices my concern and says, "Oh, I went to see a doctor."

My frown grows deeper.

I didn't know that she'd been sick.

Nevaeh stares at me and stands up from the dresser bench. She has a serious expression on her face. Too serious.

My pulse suddenly quickens. I don't know what's wrong with me, why I suddenly become unreasonably paranoid. Maybe I've watched too many movies with her -- those dramatic love stories. Many scenarios are playing in my head, and I don't think that I want to hear what the doctor said about her.

"Aiden," she begins before taking a deep breath, as if it's difficult for her to explain to me what's going on.

I involuntary hold my breath.

"I'm on the pill now," she says, trying to gauge my reaction. "I know that you always wore a condom when we had sex, but..." She tears her gaze away from me, looking shy. Her face turns crimson. "I've been wondering if that can change."

My mouth drops open.

What?

I didn't expect this information.

Is that why she went to see a doctor?

Nevaeh steps closer to me, and my heart beats like a drum in my chest.

Earlier when I came into this room, I'd made up my mind to remain in control. But now, the word 'exploitation' resurfaces in my mind, and I quickly snap it out.

You fucking bastard, I silently curse at myself.

This is not the time to think about it. I'll be happy to just spend time with her without doing anything sexual. Watching movies and cuddling with her sounds like a good idea, just like what we've been doing these past few nights.

Right?

I automatically retreat while Nevaeh is approaching me.

"Aiden?" Nevaeh asks with slight worry, perhaps not expecting this kind of reaction from me. "What do you think about it?"

Her pretty sky blue eyes are staring at me so innocently it should be illegal. She bites her lower lip, genuinely worrying about what I think about her decision.

Don't tempt me.

Don't fucking tempt me, Nevaeh.

I sit on her bed, and to my surprise, she does too, on my lap.

She cups my cheeks to make me face her. I stare at her, whose expression is a mixture of nervousness and confusion.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks.

Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to answer that?

Watching movies with her?

Holding hands?

Cuddling to sleep?

Or should I say the other things I really want to do to her right now?

My answers will probably make her have a heart attack.

"You know..." Nevaeh presses her forehead against mine. She sounds a bit sad. "I'm sorry if I said or did something wrong. I just want to do better, but I guess that it's not up to me to decide."

She inhales, and her breath is shaky. Her fingers brush against my cheek tenderly. "The last time we had sex, it was really unforgettable for me. You made me feel so..."

She's at a loss for words, and I know that it's something good. My heart soars, and I'm definitely having a fucking boner right now.

"After that, I kept thinking about it," Nevaeh says before adding in a small voice, "even when you were not around."

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I should tell her to stop talking. She doesn't know how much her words are affecting me.

"But then, I've also been wondering how you felt about it, whether I made you feel just as amazing or not," she says, which makes me taken aback.

How could she think that it wasn't enough for me?

It was beyond anything I'd ever felt before. I was pretty sure that I came inside the condom many times and that was why I almost ran out of it that night.

"To be honest, I'm not so sure, and it's been bothering me that you didn't touch me in that way again after that night." She suddenly looks away and covers her mouth with her hand, as though she just realized that she'd said something embarrassing.

My jaw tightens as I snap my head up to look at her. I'm angry that my decision has made her upset.

I didn't want to break you, I scream in my heart.

"Nevaeh..."

Slowly, she looks at me again. Her eyes are filled with hope and determination. "I don't know if my decision to be on the pill will make any difference, but I just want to make you feel good--"

My lips crash against hers, silencing her. I kiss her hard and fiercely, pulling her into me. My fingers wrap around her hair, and only when it's hard for her to breathe do I break the kiss.

"I want you," I rasp, almost angrily. "I want you. I fucking want you. You don't know how much you make me go crazy. I'm fucking crazy about you."

Nevaeh stares at me like she's about to cry. She then hugs me tightly, resting her head on my shoulder. I sigh.

Nevaeh pulls away and gets off my lap. "Aiden." She gives me another serious look, as if she's asking for my approval.

My heart thuds again. Goddammit.

Why is there always so much suspense in the air every time she calls my name at the beginning of her sentence?

"I want to try something," she says.

I watch with my mouth agape as she drops to her knees.

God, this is the end of me.

"Can I?" she asks tentatively.

I've lost the ability to speak I can only nod while helping her pull down my pants and briefs.

As usual, my dick is already so hard for her. Nevaeh wraps her fingers around it experimentally. The sight of her beautiful face looking up at me while doing that makes me think that I'm going to explode once she puts it in her mouth.

Calm the fuck down, I say to myself.

It feels like slow motion when Nevaeh wraps her lips around my dick. I hiss as it gradually enters her mouth. She puts in my whole length before pulling it out. Then she kisses the tip of my dick.

Fuck.

She puts my dick into her mouth again and starts sucking, this time without stopping. She bobs her head back and forth, looking up at me like she's asking for guidance.

The moment she releases me again, she asks innocently, "Am I doing it right?"

"Dammit," I curse, grabbing her hair and making her put my dick back between her lips.

She yelps in surprise but continues the blowjob nonetheless.

"It feels fucking amazing." My praise makes her eyes soften, causing her to relax.

Before I know it, I'm fucking her mouth in a steady rhythm. Nevaeh puts her hands on my thighs to help herself while I throw my head back in pleasure.

Tell me again, what did I do to deserve this kind of bliss?

This is too good. Too fucking good.

I get carried away, thrusting my dick so deep that it reaches the back of her throat. When I hear Nevaeh choke, I instantly pull out and release her hair.

My precum mixed with her saliva drops from her mouth. This is another sight that won't leave my mind from now on.

"Fuck. You're going to make me cum too soon."

The thought of cumming in her mouth sounds spectacular, but that's not my plan tonight.

Nevaeh wipes her mouth and stands up. She looks happy.

"Can I..." She bites her lip, as though she can't believe that she's going to utter the next word, "strip?"

I watch as she waits for my answer.

Fuck. Yes.

Please do.