We exhale loudly, in unison, at how perfect our joining feels.
“Oh God,” she says into my mouth.“I can’t believe this—”
“Good disbelief?Or bad disbelief?”
“Good.Definitely good.”She rolls her hips.“You feel amazing.”
I lean on one forearm, sliding the other under her ass so I can help tilt her hips up, and I sink even deeper.A guttural sob rises from her throat.
My mind races, taking in all the sensations.The smell of her hair, the taste of her skin, the softness of her ass, the color of her areolae whose exact texture under my tongue is now seared into my memory.The clasp of her inner wall on my dick—tight, hot, perfect.
I’m turned on out of my mind.I will come instantly if my focus slips even a little.
So I withdraw slowly, and push back inside just as slowly, gritting my teeth the whole time.She moans as I enter her, her nails digging in my back.“Oh God, Seth, I never knew...How does it feel like this?”
“Because you’re made for me,” I mutter into her neck.“We’re made for each other.”
My thrusts are long and deep, her hips rising to meet them.I grab a nearby pillow and shove it beneath her pelvis, and I keep the same tempo.Trying to stave off release, I grit my teeth so hard I’m seeing stars.
“Baby, you think you can come like this?”I barely recognize my own voice.
“I don’t ...know.I hope so, but ...I don’t know.”
That stops me in my tracks.“Is there anything you want me to do?Should we switch?”
“It feels ...amazing.”She pants.“Honestly.Nothing’s ever felt like this.I feel like maybe I can come ...but it’s always been hit-or-miss for me.”
I prop myself up on my straightened arms, rapidly sobering up.“Do you have any moves that you know work for you?”
She averts her eyes.“You don’t have to stop on my account.Just keep going.”
I pull out.“Fuck no.If you don’t come, I don’t come.”
“That’s the problem,” she says, her face turning red.She evades my eyes.“What if it takes me too long?What if I can’t come at all?I get in my head and start to obsess, then it’s taking forever and I can’t come for sure...”She starts to shudder.“I can’t believe I’ve ruined this.”
“Hey, hey.Stop that.You haven’t ruined anything.We’ll figure it out.Don’t worry about it.”
She turns on her side and away from me.For a moment, I wonder if I should give her space.No.Fuck it.No space.I roll toward her and spoon her from behind.
“Billie, hey.Don’t turn away from me.Talk to me.”
“I know I’m a freak...”
“You’re not a freak.You were responding beautifully there, I don’t know why you think anything is wrong.”
“Doug was always upset if I took too long or didn’t like what he was doing, so it was always easier to just have him come.Occasionally I’d come too, but I could never reliably replicate it.”
I spit out a torrent of curses.“I can’t believe that idiot.He’s been with you, what?Ten, twelve years?And he hasn’t bothered to learn what makes you come?What a fucking joke.”
A small tremor runs through her body.She’s still in my arms, but I feel her pulling away.I can’t take her pulling away.
“Listen to me.”I touch her shoulder, trying to get her to turn partly toward me, so I can see her face.“I’m not going to have you feel defeated after having sex with me, do you understand?That’s absolutely not going to happen.We will figure out what you need and then I’m going to give you as many orgasms as you can tolerate, okay?”
I see a small, sad smile.“Okay.”
“All right.We’re scientists, right?”
She grins.“We’re scientists.”
