She didn’t know how long they lay there, tangled together.He was heavy, and sweaty, and spent.She relished the feel of his solid chest against her breasts, his damp hair beneath her fingertips.His tactic to delay her orgasm had increased its power.She’d never felt anything better than his hands and mouth on her body.
He rose to dispose of the condom.Then he curled up next to her, and a cotton sheet settled over her like a soft cloud.The fabric smelled of his cedar soap and aftershave.She snuggled against him, eyes closed.He tucked an arm around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.Languid moments ticked by, precious and transitory.
After an indeterminate amount of time, she turned onto her side to study his face.He looked completely relaxed.He probably wasn’t transformed by the experience, like she was.He’d had fantastic sex before.
“Have you been with a lot of women?”she asked.
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“What would you say?”
“I’ve had more steady girlfriends than casual hookups.”
“But you’ve had both?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
He shrugged, noncommittal.
“You don’t remember?”
“I remember.”
“Is it in the double digits?”
“Maybe.”
“Is it always like this for you?”
His steady gaze met hers.“It’s never like this.”
She decided to be satisfied with that answer.He’d told her about his previous flop, which pleased her more now that they’d finished the deed with flying colors.“Was the last woman Natalie?”
“No.”
She straightened, gaping at him.“You thought you were in love with her, and you slept with someone else?”
He smiled at her reaction.“I did.”
She couldn’t fathom it.“Why?”
“Natalie and I weren’t together, so it wasn’t like I was cheating.One of my old girlfriends texted me.”
“Is that all it takes?A text?”
“There was a photo, too.”
“A nude photo?”
“It was sexy,” he admitted.
“Do women send you nude photos regularly?”
He sighed, shaking his head.
“What if you were in relationship, and someone sent you a photo like that?”
