**Isaac and Fer: The Shy One’s First Taste**

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the sheets. Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, his cock already half-hard just from the way Fer was looking at him—nervous, but hungry. She bit her lip, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt like she couldn’t decide whether to take it off or bolt from the room.

“You don’t have to,” Isaac murmured, but she shook her head.

“I want to,” Fer said, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… don’t know how to start.”

Isaac smirked, spreading his thighs a little wider. “Kneel.”

She hesitated for only a second before sinking to her knees between his legs. The sight of her there, so small and eager, sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to his cock. He reached down, palming himself through his jeans, and her pupils blew wide at the sight.

“Touch me,” he said, voice rougher now.

Fer swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she reached for his belt. She fumbled with the buckle, her breath coming faster, until finally she freed him from his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip.

“Fuck,” she breathed, staring.

Isaac chuckled darkly. “Yeah. Now put your mouth on it.”

She licked her lips, nervous but determined, and wrapped her fingers around the base. Her grip was tentative at first, then firmer as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of precum. The second she tasted him, her breath hitched—light, surprised.

“That’s it,” Isaac groaned, fingers threading into her hair. “Take me deeper.”

Fer opened her lips wider, her warm, wet mouth sliding down the length of his shaft. She gagged a little at first, pulling back with a whimper, but Isaac didn’t let her retreat. He tightened his grip just enough to guide her.

“Relax your throat,” he growled. “Breathe through your nose.”

She tried again, bobbing her head with more confidence this time, her tongue pressing along the underside of his cock. Every time she swallowed around him, Isaac hissed through his teeth, hips bucking up instinctively.

“Shit, Fer—” he gasped. “You’re fucking *good* at this.”

The praise made her moan, the vibration sending sparks up his spine. Her lips were slick, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deep, her fingers working the base in time with her mouth.

Isaac could feel his balls tightening already. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

Fer didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked up at him through her lashes, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.

He came with a snarl, hips jerking as his cock pulsed hot into her throat. She swallowed greedily, licking him clean even as he shuddered, her fingers milking every last drop from him.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her chin wet. She looked wrecked—and fucking proud of it.

Isaac dragged her up onto the bed, kissing her hard. “Next time,” he murmured against her lips, “you won’t be so shy.”

Fer just grinned.