“Oh yeah. Right there. Just like that. Keep going.”
I brace my hands on the headboard for purchase and keep going until my thighs start to burn. Wonder if this counts as squats? I’m using the same muscles, right?
Yeah, this totally counts as my workout for the day. I’m even starting to sweat.
Josh’s hold on my waist tightens as he starts to thrust up into me, our bodies meeting with loud smacks. I try to tilt forward to get a bit more friction, but he keeps pushing me back because he “wants to see my tits bounce.”
Not really the romantic, first-time vibe I was hoping for, but we can chat about it later.
His eyes squeeze shut. “I’m almost there.”
What? No! He can’t be there yet. I’m not even close.
I try to slow down, make it last, but he’s having none of it.
Three more thrusts and I can feel him pulsing inside me.
I know I’m gaping down at him, but I honestly can’t figure out what else to do when he nudges me off and rolls over onto his side to remove the condom, letting it drop to the floor.
First: Ew.
Second: Is he serious?
“That was so good,” he mumbles, scratching his chest as his eyes fall closed.
Forhimmaybe. I’m kneeling here feeling pretty freaking unsatisfied.
I could blame these unrealistic expectations on romance novels, but I know for a fact that sex should be more than this. Even Sean put in the effort.
It rarely worked, but at least hetried.
I poke Josh’s shoulder. “I need to talk to you.”
His response is a snore.
That’s right. A freaking snore.
“Josh!” I whap his arm as hard as I can.
He shoots upright, his head whipping this way and that before his unfocused eyes land on me. “What is it? What’s wrong? Sorry, babe. I must’ve fallen asleep.”
No shit. They could hear him snoring in Texas.
He falls back down with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m just so tired. Work is killing me.”
He’s been putting in twelve-hour days getting ready for some big case. How can I expect a sex god when he can barely keep his eyes open?
That must be the problem. Next time will be better.
It certainly can’t be worse.
I tell him its fine and climb off the bed to snag my robe from the hook, slipping the cool silk around my shoulders. Josh is already asleep again, so he doesn’t see me grab my phone and escape onto my balcony to call Meg, who answers on the third ring because she was almost as excited about tonight as I was.
“Well? Did you do it? Tell me you did it.”
I hold my phone away from my ear so her squealing doesn’t rupture my eardrum. “We did.”
“And? Was it everything you dreamed it would be? I need all the details.”
