He continued to moisten her skin as he moved closer to herbreasts.At last, his mouth closed over one throbbing nipple.The damp heat caused her to jerk and her pelvis to rise toward his.Her hands clutched at him.He suckled her, then circled the beaded tip.Her other breast swelled in anticipation.He didn’t disappoint.As his hand continued the game his mouth had begun, he laved the other side with equal attention.
When she had no breath left, he lifted his head and smiled.She touched his face, the smooth-shaved cheeks, the straight nose, the firm mouth, still wet from his loving her.The rightness of their mating made her fearful of the future, but she pushed away the concerns.They were for later.This was her only point of sanity in a world gone mad.
“You make me tremble,” she said.
“As you do me.”
He drew her panties from her hips and peeled them off her legs.He had done this before, she remembered.Touched her there, before claiming her.It had been mildly pleasant.She was about to tell him he didn’t have to bother, when his finger slipped between her damp curls.He touched some secret spot and she jumped.
He grinned.“I guess that means you’re ready.”
“For what?”
He started to laugh, then saw she wasn’t kidding.His smile faded.“You’ve never had an orgasm.”
It wasn’t a question.They were adults.She was already naked.It shouldn’t have embarrassed her.It did.The heated flush began somewhere around her toes and climbed all the way to the top of her head.
“I can’t,” she whispered, turning her head away.
He lay down beside her on the rug and touched her hair.“Who told you that?”
“No one, but I know.”
“Have you tried?”
She closed her eyes.“I never did with you.”
“Thanks.”
His wry tone made her turn back to him.“It’s not your fault.I was—”
“Yeah, well, could wenottalk about my lack of performance and get on with the rest of it?”
“I don’t want you to think it was your fault.”
His self-deprecating smile eased her embarrassment.“It was only the two of us, Jane.And you were the virgin.Whose fault was it?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.Oh.What about the other men?”
She pulled her hair over her shoulder and studied the ends.“I’ve done a few things but I never—”
“Had an orgasm?”
“Went all the way.”
“What?”
She swallowed.“I didn’t feel the need.”
“It’s been nine years.”
“I can count, too.”
“Jane?”He sounded confused.
“Don’t read more into it than it is.It just never felt right.”
