‘So you did.’
‘We can get back to it right now, if you like,’ he said, taking her hand.
‘Good. Because there’s something I want to try.’
‘Ow! Claire, what are you doing?’
‘Don’t you like it?’ she puffed, frowning in concentration as she alternated twisting her hands in opposite directions on his shaft and slapping it back and forth vigorously. They were both naked, Claire kneeling up beside him, while Luca lay prone on the bed.
‘No, it hurts!’
‘Really?’ she asked uncertainly, reducing the slaps to light flicks.
‘Ouch! Yes, get off me!’ He pushed her hands away, shunting away from her in the bed. He collapsed back against the pillows, his breathing ragged.
‘Sorry.’ She caught her lip between her teeth. ‘I must be doing it wrong.’
‘I don’t think there’s a right way to do that. What the hell were you trying to do?’
‘I saw it in a magazine. I wanted to surprise you.’ It was number one of the ‘Five Ways to Drive Him Wild in Bed’ in the article she’d read. She had studied it diligently and thought she’d grasped it. She’d thought she could make faster progress if she used her initiative and learnt things for herself as well as what Luca taught her. She’d hoped he’d be pleased.
‘Well, you surprised me all right,’ he said, his breathing calming.
‘Sorry. It was supposed to be a turn-on.’
‘Jesus! Where do they come up with this stuff?’
‘Sorry.’ She winced. ‘Does it still hurt?’
‘I’ll be okay.’
‘I probably wasn’t doing it right. It’s quite complicated – like trying to rub your head and pat your stomach at the same time. But I thought I’d got the hang of it.’
‘Don’t tell me you practised on a banana?’
‘Well…’ Claire gave him a guilty smile.
‘Claire,’ he said patiently, ‘you do know the crucial difference between a banana and a dick that’s attached to an actual live human being?’
‘Um,’ she twisted her mouth, as if trying to come up with the answer, ‘you can’t eat the dick?’
Luca grinned. ‘Well… okay, you’re right – there’s no difference.’
‘So, was there anything you liked about it? The banana had no complaints.’
‘I liked you taking the initiative. And you looked cute with your little frown, you were concentrating so hard,’ he said, touching the space between her eyebrows. ‘And I liked the way your tits jiggled while you were doing it.’
‘Like this?’ She shimmied her chest so that her breasts wobbled.
‘Yeah.’ He grinned appreciatively. ‘But seriously, Claire, you don’t have to do these outlandish things to get a guy excited. You can pretty much just sit there, like that,’ he said, waving at her naked body. ‘That’ll do it every time. We’re about as complicated as door knobs.’
She flopped down on the pillows beside him and he put an arm around her. ‘I just thought maybe I should have some sexy tricks up my sleeve, to seem more sophisticated.’
‘Forget about having tricks up your sleeve. Just don’t wear sleeves – or anything else. That’s as sophisticated as it needs to get, honestly.’
Claire laughed.
‘But it’s good that you’re being proactive, coming up with new ideas,’ he said. ‘Maybe just run them by me first, okay?’
