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In a move that’s fast and unexpected, she rolls on top of me and sits up, straddling my waist. My dick thinks it’s time to play. “Those people lie.” She rolls her hips against my hardness and, though it’s too dark to make out her features, I swear I can feel her smile.
I grip her waist to keep her in place. “You are a snob.”
She leans over me, her hair a curtain around my head. “And a liar and a thief and a con artist. But I’m telling the truth when I say you aren’t a rock star.”
“You are the most honest person I’ve ever met.” I mean it. Honey might have a past of conning people, but I’ve been surrounded by liars and sycophants most of my life.
“Your reason is clouded by lust,” she says as she grinds against me again.
I pull her down and kiss her as I slide a hand under her panties and squeeze her ass.
She pulls away. “I’m not sure I’m in the right head space for this.” Her voice is as unsure as I’ve ever heard it.
“That’s okay.” I squeeze her hips. “We can just sleep if you want.”
“No.” She shifts on my hips. “I mean, maybe. I’d be fine with that. It’s just that what happened earlier today isn’t the norm for me.”
“Amazing sex?”
She giggles nervously. “No. Well, I mean yes, but it’s just that I don’t usually, you know, um, come so easily. It was just magic today. It won’t be that way tonight, and I don’t want you to get upset.”
Anger slashes through my lazy, happy, horny mood. “Someone’s gotten upset with you for not coming as quickly as they thought you should?”
She grips my wrists and squeezes. “For not, um, coming at all. When I was young and, um, less experienced, I was vocal about not getting off. Sometimes because I wanted them to take the time to get me there, but mostly just because I was too honest. I learned to just fake it and get on with it.”
I want to find those guys and beat the shit out of them. I’d bet money Dell is one of them. “But you don’t want to fake it with me.” Any pride I feel about that slips away. “And you think I’ll get angry if you don’t orgasm?”
“I’m pretty sure you won’t get angry, but you might get determined to make me come and we need to get some sleep tonight.” She grips my wrists harder. “I’m just saying I want to fool around, but it’s okay if I don’t have an orgasm. It’s okay if we just enjoy each other.”
“That sounds good to me. But if you don’t come, I don’t come.”
She groans. “See, I knew you’d say something like that. I want you to come. I love watching you.”
I roll her and hold myself up over her. “I don’t think you understand. I want to be in this with you every step of the way. If you don’t come, I don’t come. That’s my choice.”
“That’s not fair. I’m going to feel like it’s my fault if you don’t come and I’m going to try harder to come and I’ll put too much pressure on myself and make it likely I’ll never come again.”
“You don’t understand me. There’s something really cool about holding off an orgasm. It makes the anticipation so sharp it hurts and it makes the final release feel like the world is brand new.”
“You’ve done this before?”
Shit, I want her to feel comfortable, but I don’t want to lie to her. “Not on purpose, but I’m willing to try it. In my experience, I get off on pushing myself to my limits.”
“You’re making that up. There’s no way you just conveniently enjoy not finishing every time you have sex.”
I kiss her long and hard. “For someone so perceptive, I can’t believe you haven’t realized yet that we’re perfect for each other. Some might even say we’re meant to be.”
She snorts. “Now I know you’re full of it.”
I don’t argue with her, because pushing her emotionally will just push her away, but I’m not exaggerating. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about her.
Instead, I kiss her and run a hand over her waist, stopping just short of her breast.
She kisses me back and shoves at my shoulder. I roll off her and to the side. She laces her legs through mine and trails her nails over my back.
Just like that, we make out for a while. I’m only in my boxers and I’m sure she can feel my erection against her thigh, but she doesn’t touch me below the waist. And I don’t touch her breasts or her clit. I don’t even touch her ass.
We remain strictly on first base, making out lazily with no pressure to do more.
