Page 104 of For the Love of Art

I felt shaky as my body relaxed after the convulsions. I looked at Nathan, who was over me, looking down on me so tenderly. He reached out and stroked my cheek, then kissed my forehead.

“Let me go get something to clean you with.” He squeezed my thigh before walking away.

I tried to reconcile what happened. I just masturbated in front of Nathan Manning, then let him come on me, and I enjoyed it.

I’d never thought touching myself in front of someone would be sexy or even feel good. It had always felt like something I needed to hide, especially in a relationship. Don had always made me feel bad for it, complaining that I should’ve let him. As it turned out, touching myself in front of Nathan was incredibly gratifying.

Nathan returned with a navy cloth and a fluffy white robe similar to the one he was wearing. He gently rubbed the warm cloth across my body, trailing kisses behind it. I sat up, and he handed me the robe. I wrapped it around myself as Nathan settled on the sleek couch that lined the foot of the bed, his body turned so he could face me.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good.” My cheeks pinked. “Really good.”

He smiled. “I’m glad.” He took my hand in his, “I’m hungry. Are you?”

I nodded.

“I’d take you out, but…” he trailed off, then pressed his lips together.

“Is there delivery?”

“There is.”

He stood up and walked over to the nightstand, where he grabbed his phone. He sat beside me on the bed where he pulled up a delivery app, and we searched through, deciding what we wanted to eat.

That night, as we sat on the couch laughing, flirting, and eating alfredo, I felt like maybe there could be life after divorce.