Raylen had begun to eat me out.

 He was a virgin, just like me, but he did his best, and I still felt great pleasure. One of my legs was still on the bed, arched forward, the other was placed at his back, its heel softly sinking into his flesh. 

I could feel he had some scars on his back. I guess it might have to do with his past. But I wouldn't push him to explain until he was ready to.

Regardless, I didn't view his body as flawed but just perfect for me.

My back arched off the bed, and my ...