walls painfully.
“Are you all
right?” he asked, rolling over to swing his legs over the side of the bed. His
eyes scanned her closely.
“Yeah,” she
said honestly, “A little sore, but it was really good. Thank you.”
He gave her a
little smile. “I’m going to take care of this, if that’s all right.”
At her
affirmation, he picked up the vibrator and went into the bathroom to dispose of
the condom. She heard water in the sink and figured he was cleaning up the
vibrator while he was there.
Lori pulled
down her chemise and stretched her stiff legs. Then she had a private giggle
over her successful devirgining.
She knew it
would have been better had she had an emotional connection with the man. She
knew there was something missing in doing it the way she had. The sex had been
good, but she knew it wasn’t a lie that sex was better with someone you loved.
She wrote romance novels. As silly or high-blown as some of them were, romance
writers at least understood the importance of love.
She’d done this
on her own terms, though and the heavy weight of anxiety that had always been
part of her thoughts on sex had now completely dissipated.
Ander returned
to the room with a wet washcloth, which he used to gently clean between her
legs. When she’d thanked him and he’d returned the washcloth to the bathroom,
she invited him back to bed.
She had him
until midnight, and she intended to take advantage of it. He stretched out
beside her, rolling on his side and propping his head up on one bent arm. He
was completely naked, and he was showing the long lines and rippling muscles of
his body to their best advantage.
Lori stared at
him in admiration for a minute until she realized he was posing for her. As
always, the act was very subtle, sophisticated—nothing crude or gaudy about it.
But he knew what he was doing. Women must leer at him all the time.
Because she
wanted to talk to him and not get distracted, she leaned over and grabbed his
boxers off the floor and tossed them over to him.
“Did you have
questions for me?” he asked, pulling on his boxers. “Did you think it went
well?”
“Yes. It went
very well. Thanks so much being careful and taking your time. I can’t imagine
it going better.”
Ander’s eyes
narrowed as he studied her face. “There’s something you want to ask me.”
There was. A
foolish, nagging question at the very back of her mind.
“Ask me.”
So Lori blurted
it out, “Do you think I’ll be any good at it? I mean, I seemed to mess up a
lot. And there was the stupid thing with the hand. If I don’t have you there
guiding me through every step, do you think I’ll be any good at it?”
To her relief, Ander
didn’t brush the question off. He paused as he considered it, and then he met
her eyes soberly. “I don’t think any of that reflects your sexual capacities.
You were nervous at first. And, even when you got over that, you were still a
little self-conscious, I think.” He slanted her a look, as if checking her
expression. Maybe to make sure she wasn’t offended. “When people are
self-conscious, they tend to fall into a defined role, something that will make
them feel safe. You took on the role of learner, which might be why you kept
wanting directions. But once you’re past that, you’re going to be just fine.”
She let out a
breath, oddly comforted by his matter-of-fact answer. He hadn’t been flattering
her or trying to delude her into believing she was some sort of sex goddess.
He’d told her his honest opinions.
Rubbing her
belly absently, she thought about his words. She thought about them for a long
time. The she finally said, “You know, I think you’re right about that
self-consciousness thing. I never thought about it before, but that is what
people do. How did you get so smart?”
Ander cocked an
eyebrow at her. “My job provides me with a wide variety of experiences with
human nature.”
She snorted. “I
guess so.” Still thinking about
“Are you all
right?” he asked, rolling over to swing his legs over the side of the bed. His
eyes scanned her closely.
“Yeah,” she
said honestly, “A little sore, but it was really good. Thank you.”
He gave her a
little smile. “I’m going to take care of this, if that’s all right.”
At her
affirmation, he picked up the vibrator and went into the bathroom to dispose of
the condom. She heard water in the sink and figured he was cleaning up the
vibrator while he was there.
Lori pulled
down her chemise and stretched her stiff legs. Then she had a private giggle
over her successful devirgining.
She knew it
would have been better had she had an emotional connection with the man. She
knew there was something missing in doing it the way she had. The sex had been
good, but she knew it wasn’t a lie that sex was better with someone you loved.
She wrote romance novels. As silly or high-blown as some of them were, romance
writers at least understood the importance of love.
She’d done this
on her own terms, though and the heavy weight of anxiety that had always been
part of her thoughts on sex had now completely dissipated.
Ander returned
to the room with a wet washcloth, which he used to gently clean between her
legs. When she’d thanked him and he’d returned the washcloth to the bathroom,
she invited him back to bed.
She had him
until midnight, and she intended to take advantage of it. He stretched out
beside her, rolling on his side and propping his head up on one bent arm. He
was completely naked, and he was showing the long lines and rippling muscles of
his body to their best advantage.
Lori stared at
him in admiration for a minute until she realized he was posing for her. As
always, the act was very subtle, sophisticated—nothing crude or gaudy about it.
But he knew what he was doing. Women must leer at him all the time.
Because she
wanted to talk to him and not get distracted, she leaned over and grabbed his
boxers off the floor and tossed them over to him.
“Did you have
questions for me?” he asked, pulling on his boxers. “Did you think it went
well?”
“Yes. It went
very well. Thanks so much being careful and taking your time. I can’t imagine
it going better.”
Ander’s eyes
narrowed as he studied her face. “There’s something you want to ask me.”
There was. A
foolish, nagging question at the very back of her mind.
“Ask me.”
So Lori blurted
it out, “Do you think I’ll be any good at it? I mean, I seemed to mess up a
lot. And there was the stupid thing with the hand. If I don’t have you there
guiding me through every step, do you think I’ll be any good at it?”
To her relief, Ander
didn’t brush the question off. He paused as he considered it, and then he met
her eyes soberly. “I don’t think any of that reflects your sexual capacities.
You were nervous at first. And, even when you got over that, you were still a
little self-conscious, I think.” He slanted her a look, as if checking her
expression. Maybe to make sure she wasn’t offended. “When people are
self-conscious, they tend to fall into a defined role, something that will make
them feel safe. You took on the role of learner, which might be why you kept
wanting directions. But once you’re past that, you’re going to be just fine.”
She let out a
breath, oddly comforted by his matter-of-fact answer. He hadn’t been flattering
her or trying to delude her into believing she was some sort of sex goddess.
He’d told her his honest opinions.
Rubbing her
belly absently, she thought about his words. She thought about them for a long
time. The she finally said, “You know, I think you’re right about that
self-consciousness thing. I never thought about it before, but that is what
people do. How did you get so smart?”
Ander cocked an
eyebrow at her. “My job provides me with a wide variety of experiences with
human nature.”
She snorted. “I
guess so.” Still thinking about
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