“At the moment, nothing. Your hands are making me brain dead.” I giggled, but Matt wasn’t laughing.
“What’s going on with Pornsake?”
“His name is Dan.”
“What’s going on with Dan the man?”
“Nothing. He’s nice. He’s my teacher. He bought me a bow and offered to buy me dinner. End of story. Oh, and he’s forming this orchestra to go abroad, all over Europe. He wants me to do it.”
I felt Matt stiffen. “For how long?”
“A year and a half... but I’m not going. It’s too long and I don’t want to postpone grad school.”
He kissed my ear. “Okay.” I felt him relax again.
His hand snaked down farther and I gasped when he made contact with the most sensitive part of my body. He made slow, deliberate circles at first, gently, and then he added more pressure. I felt the air on my nipples and tingles down my spine. My legs jittered.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this?”
“No.” The word came out in a rush of air.
He kissed my ear. “Have you ever touched yourself like this?”
I nodded.
“Tell me what you like.”
“What you’re doing?” I moaned.
“I want you so bad, Gracie.”
With all the tension that we had built up for each other over the last few months, and after several minutes of Matt’s handiwork, I felt it happening. He never changed his motion; he knew exactly what he was doing to me. It was almost painful how worked up I was, but I knew I needed it for the release. I put my hand over his so he wouldn’t stop. My stomach clenched and cold surges of electricity shot through my legs. I thought for a minute about what Matt was witnessing and the good feelings started to subside.
He whispered, “Relax. Let go.” And then I did, and everything built up again, more quickly this time, until there was no stopping it. My body pulsed over and over. He held his large, warm hand against me as he kissed and sucked at my neck until the quaking stopped.
My head pressed back hard against his shoulder. “God,” was all I could say.
He ran his hands up and down my arms. “You’re so beautiful.”
I had experienced that feeling before, but only alone, and I never expected to feel comfortable enough with anyone to be able to let go like that. Matt knew exactly what to do.
I turned to face him, and we kissed. “Thank you,” I said near his ear. I tried to deepen the kiss, but he stopped and said, “Bedtime, young lady.” He pinched my butt.
“Ouch, jerk!”
“Go to sleep, Grace.”
“Don’t you want me to do stuff to you?”
“Yes, soon, before I die. But not tonight.”
“Where did you learn it?” I asked, my voice raspy.
He was on his back and I was on my side, lying in the crook of his arm, looking up at him.
“Where’d I learn what?”
“What you did to me. Do all guys know it?”
