I giggle as I wipe over him, his clothes, the comforter—he really did come hard—and when I look up, he’s smiling at me, his cheeks still pink from exertion. Then something occurs to him and he frowns. “I can’t believe I came before you.” He pushes himself up on shaky arms. “That’s not how this goes.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I ask.
“It’s just—well. My orgasm is guaranteed and pretty straightforward. If you’re like most women, then you need more time and finesse. And it’s my job to prioritize your pleasure, not just because mine is a given, but because—” He looks at me up and down. “Well. Your pleasure would also be mine.” He pauses, like he wants to say something else, but then he looks down and laughs. “Jesus. My dick is still out.”
“I thought it might need to cool down or something,” I say,and this just makes him laugh even more as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. I’m glad to see he doesn’t redo his belt buckle. Maybe he would let me jerk him off again in a little bit, once he got over the refractory period. I’m assuming he has one. I’ve done some research and most men his age do, with an average of thirty minutes.
I check the clock on my nightstand, and Adam says, “Do you have someplace to be?”
“No, I’m calculating the end of your current refractory period.”
He chokes on a laugh this time. “Sky. Don’t worry about me. Here.” He stands and takes the washcloth from my hands and I hear him rinsing it in the sink. When he returns, his eyes are the strangest mix of mischievous and feral. There’s no other way to explain the expression on his face.
“Are you thirsty?” I ask. “Shall I get us water?”
He shakes his head slowly. “The only thing I want right now is to make you come.”
I freeze. “Me?”
He doesn’t respond, not even to point out how stupid a question that was. “If you’re okay with it. I want to do all the things to you that I said I had been imagining all week.”
I swallow, a little bit nervous and excited all at once. “Are you sure?”
Adam tilts his head. “Are you not sure?”
I shake my head. “Don’t answer my question with a question. That’s confusing.”
He nods. “I’m sorry.” He walks toward me, taking my hand in his. I blink down at our interlocked fingers and realize that this is a familiar gesture by now. He’s always grabbing my hand when I am nervous or anxious. “We don’t have to. We could just godown to my car and I will take you wherever you want. The beach. Dessert. Even Cincinnati, if you had some inexplicable desire to visit.” He swallows and looks up to meet my gaze. “But I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. So, yes. I am sure.” His voice becomes even more raspy and deeper, which I would not have thought possible before this moment. “I’ve never been more sure of anything than the fact that I want to know what you sound like when you come.” That…makes my breath catch in my throat. He squeezes my hand. “But again. We don’t have to. I never want to do anything unless you’re one hundred percent on board.”
I nod. “I appreciate your saying that. And I want to. I’m one hundred percent on board. But…” I squeeze his hand back, and he wraps his arm around me to settle his other hand at my hip. “But I want to start slow. Like, really slow. I’m not ready for you to be, like, all in there yet.”
He offers me a wide, reassuring smile that makes the edges of his eyes crinkle up. “Of course. Anything you want.” He lets go of me and kicks off his shoes and adjusts his shirt sleeves, which had unrolled a little during the whole Coming So Hard He Forgot His Own Name situation. I watch, swallowing when the veins in his forearms catch in the light. How can a man be so beautiful?
“How do you want me?” I ask.
“On the bed. Sitting.”
I nod and pull the straps of my dress down, and roll the whole thing down my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I step out of it, wearing nothing but a nude and white lace strapless bralette with a matching G-string. When I reach behind my back to unclasp the bra, he says, “Wait.” I drop my arms as he explains. “Let me undress you.”
I don’t really see the point, but I nod and sit down on the bed. He sits right beside me. “I want to kiss you first. That kiss just now, when you and I were…” He huffs out a laugh. “Not my best effort.”
“I enjoyed it,” I tell him.
“Good. Let me show you something better, though.”
He cups my face with one hand and leans in. I close my eyes and just allow the warmth of his lips over mine. We kiss like this for what feels like a whole minute, and then he nudges my lips open, sliding his tongue gently over my bottom lip. I do the same to him, almost gasping when our tongues meet. It starts soft at first, but soon I’m moaning. One of my hands is tangled in his hair. The hand he’d been cradling my face with is now over my breast. He keeps thrusting his tongue in my mouth, over and over, in a way that makes me think of shallow, hard fucking.
I pull back suddenly and say with breathless intensity, “I’ve changed my mind. I want you inside me.”
His smile is so bright. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Sky. Let me take care of you first, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
He has me lie back on the bed, my head on the pillows. “Do you not like it when someone rides your face?” I ask.
He laughs. “You’re going to make me hard again, well before the refractory period’s over.”
“That’s a yes?”
