She hated these feelings of inadequacy and hopelessness. Of failure.
Derek surprised her when he traced a tear along her cheek that she didn’t even know had escaped.
“Oh, baby,” he said.
“I hate this,” she said as she fought further tears. “You’re being so wonderful, and I just… my stupid body.”
“Hey, don’t do that. Your body is amazing.You’reamazing. Many women can’t come just from external stimulation.”
“Really?” she asked in a small voice.
“Of course. Haven’t you ever read women’s magazines?” he teased. “Some women have to have vaginal penetration, some need attention to their clit. Other women only come if their g-spot is stimulated. There’s no right way, just the way that works for you.”
He stroked her arm again while he spoke. Like before, it had a surprisingly calming effect on her.
“Since you’ve come plenty tonight while being penetrated”—he leered, and she hiccupped a laugh—“my guess is that’s what works for you. No big deal.”
“But you said—“
“And I meant it. You’re too tender, but we can improvise.”
He grinned at her as he slid to the foot of the bed. She lifted her head to better observe. Derek pulled her down so that her throbbing pussy was inches from his lascivious expression.
Another laugh escaped her when he declared, “Now I’ve got you where I want you, and I’ll never let you go.”
Sheila couldn’t ever remember laughing so much during sex as she did with Derek. Maybe a little with Brandon, but it was flirtation before sex, not in the thick of things. But even as her laugh hung in the air, Derek slid his tongue along her seam. She groaned and clutched his hair.
He slowly licked her once, twice, three times. From her perineum to her sensitive-as-fuck clit, he tongued her, and she thrashed against the sheets. With just a few strokes of his tongue, he took her from angry and excited to incandescent with arousal.
Her core muscles clenched as he rubbed her clit with two fingers. His tongue, that clever, clever tongue, dipped into her vaginal opening at last.
That’s My Kind of Good Morning
Sheila pulled on her nipples as Derek toyed with her some more. She had been unable to convince him to fuck her the way she wanted. Yeah, she was more than a little sore, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She had no interest in regrets. Enough of her life had been hemmed in by expectations or disappointing relationships, and now she wanted everything.
“Baby, don’t pout. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
“But I want your cock in my pussy.”
“I want that, too, but we have to wait. Be a good girl and hold your legs open for me. Yup, just like that. Hands under the back of your knees. Hold them open just like that. Fuck, yeah, that’s a sexy sight.”
Sheila experienced an exhilarating combination of sensuality and insecurity. No man had ever stared so intently at her naked body parts.
She had lacked confidence in her sexuality until that fateful evening in the romance room. Something about meeting Derek got her in touch with her inner vixen.
That inner goddess drowned out the scared whimpers of her shy former self with a lusty moan. Derek drew another flood of wetness from her when his fingers returned to her swollen clit. Her voice rose when he increased his tempo and blew a long breath across her most sensitive places.
Before her recent foray into unattached sexual relations, sex had been neither interesting nor fulfilling. She no longer viewed sex as a disappointing experiment.
Her orgasm grew, bigger and heavier, but it remained elusive. She chased, and it hid from her. Her excitement stretched only to fade as soon as she caught her breath.
After the fantastical festival of fucking she’d engaged in tonight, she had no business being disappointed. Regardless, her disappearing “O” messed with her head anyway.
She knew, logically, it didn’t make her a failure that she wasn’t able to orgasm now. Obviously, she’d come countless times tonight. Maybe she hit an invisible quota, or she was dehydrated. Alexander pushed fluids on her all night, but she probably came more than she replenished.
Caught in her inner dialog, Derek surprised her when he pulled her legs to the edge of the bed. He draped one leg over his shoulder. Before she caught on to his plans, he slid his pointer finger into her sopping cunt.
