Which is probably why the sex sucked. It’s impossible to be with someone and have them know your body the way you do without some form of communication. I need her to realize that.
“No. Telling someone what you need is not imposing. It’s being honest. It creates a better experience for both you and your partner.”
She shrugs. “I just figured whatever did it for him would do it for me.”
Is she fucking kidding? She should have a man who asks her what she needs and works tirelessly to give it to her. She deserves a man she can rely on to make her feel good all the time, every time.
“Their satisfaction isn’t the same as yours. It isn’t more important, either. It’s your sex life, too. What do you want during sex?”
The way she blinks at my question tells me I caught her off guard.
“I’ve never given it much thought.”
Seriously? She doesn’t have fantasies? I assumed the fact she’d never orgasmed during sex was purely because her previous partners were selfish. But it’s more complicated than that.
“Now is your chance. If you’re worried about being embarrassed, don’t be. This is a judgement-free zone.” I change tactics. “What was it like the first time you had sex?”
“Awkward and clumsy. We were each other’s first. He lasted for, maybe, eleven seconds. He kept saying he had a great time. For me, it was painful and disappointing, but I told him I liked it, too.”
Sad but common. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Listen, I don’t have much expectation for tonight other than to feel good and to have an orgasm.”
“An orgasm. One? That’s all you want?”
“Yes.”
Sweetheart, I’ll give you a heap of them.
“What are some things you like? Any specific foreplay or positions?”
“As long as I get an orgasm, I don’t think it matters.”
“Trust me, it does.”
“One thing at a time, okay?”
Since she seems reticent to tell me her deepest, darkest fantasies, I downshift. “Sure. We can play it that way.”
I’m going to have to watch her carefully, pay attention to her body’s cues, if I want to give her a satisfying experience. I’m cool with that. In fact, I like the idea of being the man who finally gives her the satisfaction she craves. It also gives me a chance to get closer to her. To see her unravel. To coax her to show me the real her. To earn her trust.
“Thank you for understanding.”
“Of course.”
Tonight needs to be special. If I can persuade her to focus on her own pleasure and take her to the heights she’s aching to go, maybe then she’ll see sex as something amazing, not mediocre.
After turning into the parking lot of her apartment complex, I pull my car into a space, then escort Kiera upstairs.
Our unexpectedly in-sync moments are something I haven’t really experienced with anyone, especially since my split with Amber. Tonight is one of the few times I’ve been myself around a woman. It’s more comfortable than it should be. It’s…nice.
After unlocking the door, Kiera enters, setting her purse in the kitchen. When I step inside, I see two cats scamper away just before I close the door behind us and turn the lock. The sound seems too loud in the quiet. Kiera faces me in the shadowy room. Our eyes meet. We’re alone. Even feet apart, I feel the heat between us. My heart starts chugging.
Calm down. It’s sex. Just sex. You’ve been doing this for years.
Why does being with Kiera feel like more?
I approach her, closing the distance. Quickly, she lowers her gaze, her cheeks turning pink.