I whisper against her lips, “First and foremost, you need to understand that a woman’s orgasm starts in her mind. It takes a lot more for a female to orgasm, because biologically speaking, a woman doesn’t have to orgasm for us to be able to procreate. That’s why it’s so much easier for a male to get off, because without his ejaculation, our species dies off.” I pull back the comforter and sheets still covering her body, and her muscles immediately go taut. “As soon as you grabbed your vibrator and pressed it you, your face instantly contorted with concentration, with focus, and everything in your features grew tense. There wasn’t a single moment of actual pleasure to be felt. You put too much pressure on yourself to orgasm, which defeats the purpose of masturbation when you don’t make it feel good.”
She nods, closing her eyes and visibly trying to relax.
“And for future reference, that goes for sex as well. You, as a woman, can’t go into making love focusing solely on the reward at the end. That’s why they call it making love, because it’s the actual journey before the destination that’s the best part.” Her lips lift in a little smile, and I know she’s enjoying the tone of my voice, so I continue to speak soothingly to her, putting her at ease when she was so obviously stressed about this before.
“Put the orgasm completely out of your mind, and what are you left with when touching yourself? What is the purpose?” I prompt.
She swallows thickly, her cheeks turning pink. “Um… to feel pleasure. To soothe an ache there when I’m aroused.”
“Very good, and what is one’s automatic reaction when wanting to soothe an ache? And not just the one between our legs. You hit your elbow, what do you do?” I ask.
Her eyes closed, she reaches with her right hand and holds her left elbow that rests on the other side of her. “You rub it. You hold it and massage it until it feels better,” she murmurs.
“Right. You don’t attack it with something that’s going to make the feeling more intense, do you? You ease that ache.” I sniff a quick laugh. “Well, unless you’re into that kind of thing, but for the sake of what I’m teaching you, I’m sure you understand.”
She smiles again, and she nods, resting her right hand back on her stomach.
“So I want you to stop thinking of this as learning the fastest way to get off, and think of it more like learning the stimulations that make you feel good, that soothe you. And as I said, a woman’s orgasm begins in her mind, so if you don’t have your mind right, it’s never going to come.” I tap her hip. “Undress yourself. For this first time, you’re going to learn to treat yourself, to make love to yourself, not just give yourself a quickie with your clothes still on.”
She breathes out a long breath, and then she hooks her thumbs in her pajama shorts and pulls them all the way off. I lean back a little so she can sit up and take off her tank top, and then she falls back on her pillow, her knees coming together and up to hide her center, and her right arm crossing over her breasts as she grips her left bicep.
The Dom in me rears up swiftly, wanting to order her to bare herself to me, to stop hiding and show me what’s mine. But I rein him in, forcing myself to remember this isn’t about me right now. This is about Astrid. So I take just the top sheet and pull it up over her body, leaving the comforter down by the foot of the bed. Her eyes pop open, and seeing my gentle smile, she relaxes once again, and her knees lower slightly.
“Now, don’t just go straight for your pussy.” Her cheeks flare but I continue. “You need to work up to that. Think about stimulating your entire body, waking it up and getting it warm.”
“But that’s what happens when I read, Neil. My entire body comes to life and I need the relief,” she says, a tinge of desperation still in her tone.
I lean down to speak low right next to her ear. “If you were lying here reading your book and wanted me to make love to you in order to give you relief, would you want me to automatically thrust my cock into your pussy, or would you want me stimulate you first, kiss you, stroke your skin, test how wet you are to see if you’re ready for me, tease other parts of your body first?” I ask, my beard tickling the skin of her neck, and she shivers, her nipples going hard beneath the thin sheet.