“Where the woman wears a strap-on dildo and fucks the guy up the arse.”
“Oh.”
“So yeah, it’s not always that obvious. But I agree, it probably is most of the time.”
“H-how do you decide who—”
“Who tops and who bottoms?”
“Yes.”
“Talk to your partner and see if they have a preference. A lot of the guys I’ve been with didn’t care. I had one boyfriend who hated the concept of anal but loved thigh sex.” I clear my throat. “Sorry. I’ll stop talking about past boyfriends.”
“It’s fine. You’re experienced. I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Not with men.”
“And I don’t have any with women, so I’d say we’re even.”
“Do you want experience with women?”
“Nope. I only like dick.” I turn my head so I can kiss him. “I like your dick.”
“Umm, thanks, I think.”
“It’s a compliment. You have a very nice dick. But seriously, to go back to your initial question, anal can be beautiful and sensual. It can also be rough and hard. I’d assume heterosexual sex is the same, but I have no frame of reference.” I purse my lips. “Unless you countJames Bondfilms.”
He chuckles.
“Oh, one big difference. Arses don’t self-lubricate. You need lube. Lots and lots of lube. And if you do want to try bottoming, don’t let a guy pressure you into a quick warm-up. Especially the first time. In fact, play around on your own. Use your fingers. And plenty of lube. Get a training set of anal plugs. Get comfortable with the feel of it when you’re as relaxed as possible. If you’re not relaxed, it’ll hurt more.”
Jett gasps. “More?”
“If you’re warmed up properly, and you’ve used enough lube, it should be fine. Unless the guy has a monster dick or is too rough. Some guys like painful sex. Me? Not so much.”
“But you do bottom?”
I shiver at the huskiness in his voice. “Yes.”
“And top?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a preference?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to make me guess?” He slips his fingers inside my waistband.
Damn, I want him to keep sliding his hand down into my underwear, but he doesn’t. “I prefer to bottom, but I can get a little bossy when I do.”
“You? Bossy?”
“I know. It’s a shocker.”
He kisses my jaw. “Not really.”
