That makes me giggle.“Maybe so, maybe no.Second time around, the discrepancies manifested pretty damn quick.Like, if he did something I didn’t enjoy in bed, I would tell him.I was determined not to be Little Miss Nice and Understanding again.”
Theron pretends to wince.“Ouch.But what about his male pride?”
We both laugh, feeling so close in our similarities.
“I’d had sex with other guys since being with Piers, so I had a yardstick to measure him against, and he didnotmeasure up.”
More laughter, but somehow I manage to set the record straight.
“I don’t mean it like that… well, not exactly!I’m talking about his technique.Lousy kisser.All that thick tongue lobbing itself down my throat with no finesse.Yuk.And when he went down on me, he would insist on twiddling my nipples at the same time as if he were trying to tune a radio and lick me out simultaneously.”
“Multitasking during cunnilingus is not recommended.”Putting on a pilot voice, Theron pretends to be steering a plane.“Keep your hands inside and brace for impact.”
“When were you ever on a plane?”I get sidetracked.
He smirks.“Luna downloads movies for us.We have to stay current with our general knowledge, darlin’.It makes us better hunters.”
I should have known.Theron is, and always will be, the ultimate predator.
I’m tired.A delightful lassitude is spreading over me as I get ready to spend the night in my lover’s arms.
But Theron won’t let me.
“Finish the story.”
“I struggled to have orgasms.Not eventually.Immediately.Piers couldn’t wait to renew the physical side of our relationship, but I was not that keen.Comparisons hurt, so I tried hard not to prompt him to try something new.”
Sitting up, I know that actions will describe things better than words.Slotting myself in between Theron’s powerful thighs, I kneel before him.
“He would hold me like this and ram himself into me.And he always wanted me to play with myself using my fingers if I wanted to get myself off.No foreplay.He said he preferred the rough texture of my pussy when it was unlubricated.And then he would bang in and out with his eyes wide open, ordering me to rub my clit and make all these fake porno moans of pleasure.”
Falling back, I hide my eyes with my arms.“I’m sorry, Theron, but I just couldn’t pretend to like it anymore.”
“Heh.”That gruff laughter that lured me into Theron’s orbit from the first time I saw him.It tickles me pink and just like that, I’m back in a good mood.
This confession is so cathartic.I have never told a living soul about this before.It was the painful secret I carried around with me like a stinking garbage bag.
“So, about a month into our second time around, I think I snapped.He came back to the apartment he had rented for us reeking of booze, high on God-knows-what, and in the mood for love.”
My skin crawls at the memory of Piers’s sweaty, fetid touch.
“I insisted he shower.I prayed he would slip in the bathroom and knock himself into a concussion—that’s how toxic my feelings for him were—but he was too drunk to remember the deal he made.When I pulled away from him, he punched me in the face.I was gone before he woke up.And this time, I made sure to stay gone.”
Hugging me close, Theron murmurs as he strokes me.“Poor child.So brave.”
It feels like heaven in his arms as I mumble.“I wasn’t a child anymore the second time around.I should’ve known better.”
“A couple of years living your adult life makes you more of a child than a grownup to me, Aila.”
He makes a move and stands up.The action is so fast that I get vertigo as he suddenly towers over me.
“Sleep.I’m going downhill to the inn.”Theron starts to pull on his dark denims and buckle them loosely.He then sees the look on my face.“What’s the matter?Are you scared to be left alone?No one’s venturing to this part of the forest, darlin’, not at this time of the night.”
I have a thousand questions.Which one to ask first?
“I’m not that girl, Theron.”
“And what girl would that be, Aila?”
