I nod silently yes.
Jason grabs my hand and starts walking toward my bedroom, closing the door and leaving Mittens alone in the living area.
Sorry, Mittens, but I think tonight it’s every kitty for herself.
I’m extremely nervous for a lot of reasons. I’ve had sex with three people in my life: The boy who took my virginity on prom night then never came back home from college, the guy I was dating before Troy (he accidentally fell in love with his best friend), and Troy.
Based on my experience with those three men, I am well aware that I’m not the best lover in bed. I’m just not. My partners didn’t expect or require much from me but to lie down and receive, so that’s what I know how to do. I’m a missionary position queen and not particularly great at that. At least I don’t think I am.
I’ve never had an orgasm while having sex, only when I’ve masturbated, so it has to be something I’m doing wrong. What if Jason expects me to be a good lover? What if he’s disappointed by me? Maybe I should stop this before it goes any further.
“I can only imagine what you’re thinking, Adrienne.”
That maybe all of this is moving too fast after Troy. That I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
“But I want you to know that I see you and tonight you’re going to see what I see.”
I do not know what he’s talking about, but I just go with it.
“Okay.”
“Stand in front of the mirror.”
There’s a big mirror that tops my dresser. It’s an old piece from my mom’s house that I brought with me when I moved into my apartment.
Jason stands behind me and wraps his arm around me and into the waistband of my jeans.
“Look at yourself in the mirror.”
It’s harder to do than I thought. My eyes naturally veer down.
“Eyes up,” he demands.
I look in the mirror and look at him. God, he’s beautiful. Then I look at myself and wonder how I ended up with this man in my bedroom. It hasn’t been long, but I feel like I’ve known him my entire life. He’s practically a stranger, but I feel like I’ve shared more of myself with in the last few weeks than I ever have with anyone before.
“I see you,” he says again as he expertly unbuttons my jeans and slides down the zipper. “And I like everything about what I see.”
I suck in a breath.
I’m scared.
“Eyes ahead,” he demands again. “Pull off your shirt.”
His hand rests right at my open waistband as I go to lift my shirt. As I lift higher, his hand slides lower.
“Now the bra.”
As I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, his hand goes even lower and now several of his fingers are between my slick folds.
My eyes grow heavy with pleasure.
“Eyes open.”
I pop them back open.
“I see you so clearly, Adrienne. I see a fucking goddess. A queen. I would love to paint you. Maybe you’ll allow me the privilege one day. Now hold your tits for me. Hold them high and use your thumbs to play with your nipples. Pet them for me while I pet your pussy.”
I whimper as Jason deftly plays in between my folds. Working his fingers on either side of my clit.
