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sex. I could still remember the
way it felt to see him over me, wanting me. I could remember the lust in his
eyes being as intense as the fire in my belly, the way he literally filled me
up so much I felt a completeness I’d only ever known with him.
     
    "If
I remember correctly," I said. "There were some pretty good sights to
be seen that night."
     
    He
laughed. "I wish I could show you the video sometime."
     
    "What?!"
I spun around so fast I almost lost my balance, though I could never have fallen
with the way his arms were locked around me. "What video?"
     
    "The
video I have in my mind of how you looked that night."
     
    "In
your mind?"
     
    "Yeah."
     
    "So
you were just deliberately trying to get a rise out of me?"
     
    He
smiled and looked over his shoulder but there was no one else around. "My
favorite part is the close up shot of the way your lips fall apart when I push
inside you."
     
    "Is
that so?" I said, cocking my head at him. 
     
    "Yeah,"
he said. "I watch that part over and over."
     
    I
pursed my lips and wondered how many times he'd thought of them since we met. "What
other parts do you like to watch?" I asked, dropping my voice to a
whisper.
     
    "I
like the look in your eyes when I whip it out."
     
    I
laughed. 
     
    "I
like the fact that you want it just as bad as I want you."
     
    I
smiled. "It's encouraging, is it?"
     
    "More
like incredibly hot."
     
    I
swallowed. Being with Jack in that way was a whole new experience for my mind
and body. 
     
    With
guys in the past, I felt like some kind of means to an end, like the fact that
I had all the right parts made me convenient while the fact that my head was
attached to my body was just a coincidence. 
     
    But
with Jack, it felt like I always wanted it to feel, like no part of my body was
neglected when it was in his capable hands. He seemed equally excited about
every single inch of my flesh. Okay, maybe not equally, but close. 
     
    The
other thing that made sleeping with him different was that he actually seemed
interested in my pleasure.
     
    In
the past, the overriding feeling I had when men were fucking me was that when
it came to getting mine, I was on my own. They never seemed to have the
time, the patience, or the stamina for me to have an orgasm.
     
    And
I realize that I'm the dumbass who kept sleeping with them, but I think that’s
only because I actually started to believe that sex was supposed to be a lonely
experience. 
     
    The
worst was afterwards when I would lie in bed knowing something wasn't right,
feeling alone and naked even when there was a man beside me. It wasn't a
positive feeling at all, and it certainly didn't do any favors for my self-esteem. 
     
    Of
course, on some level I suspected that it wasn't meant to be like that. When I
was growing up, adults always insisted that sex was meant to bring people
together and foster intimacy, not generate feelings of disappointment and
isolation. 
     
    But
what could I do?
     
    I
didn't know how to have sex any other way, and I didn't know how I was supposed
to find a sexual partner that I could have fulfilling sex with without trying a
few of them on for size. 
     
    Unfortunately,
in recent years, every man had been more disappointing than the last, and I was
starting to think I would just have to accept average sex as some kind of curse.
Like I was being punished for something I did in a past life. 
     
    But
sex with Jack had blown that theory out of the water. I wasn't being punished.
I was just fucking boys instead of men.
     
    And
now that I’d been with a real man, not only had I discovered that men could be
effective multi-taskers, but I learned that sex didn’t always have to be
followed by quiet desperation.
     
    On
the contrary, sleeping with Jack made me feel more whole and relaxed than
anything else I'd ever tried. 
     
    I
rested my hand in the middle of his chest and looked at it for a second before
sliding it up to meet my other hand behind his