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“Because you’re wet and swollen, Belle. You’re halfway there already.” To my surprise, he slides his hand out, then picks up mine. “Look.” He starts moving my hand into my underwear.
I resist, eyes widening. “Damon!”
He stops and chuckles, kissing my neck. “I want you to feel how turned on you are,” he murmurs. “It’s important to know your own body, Belle. You’re so beautiful. You feel so good. Don’t you want to know how to pleasure yourself?”
“I… um…”
“Come here.” He puts his hand over mine, and slowly eases them both beneath the denim. My fingers glide over my smooth skin, and then he pushes them down, so they slide into my folds. The skin there is swollen and slick with moisture, and I shiver at the sensation of my own fingers touching myself. Oh… wow…
“Here,” he murmurs, taking my middle finger and pressing it right at the top. “You know about the clitoris?”
“Um… yeah. It’s like the Holy Grail, right?”
He sighs. “You’ve really never done this?”
“No.” My face is burning. It feels so wicked, and yet he talks as if it’s perfectly normal.
“Lesson one,” he says. Holding my hand, he circles my finger. “Can you feel it? It’s like a small button.”
I close my eyes. “Yeah…”
“Everything else down there is sensitive, and you need to explore to see what feels good, but this little button is the key. Most women can’t have an orgasm unless this is being touched.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.” I feel so stupid.
“Even during penetration, you need to pay it some attention, with fingers or a toy, if you want to have an orgasm. And what we’re going to do now is tease it until you come, okay?”
“Oh jeez…”
“Do you want to do it? Or do you want me to do it?”
I swallow hard. “You do it.”
“Okay, sweetheart. That’s all right.” He lets me remove my hand. But before I can tuck it beneath his jacket, he covers my fingers with his mouth and sucks.
“Jesus, Damon!”
“Seems a shame to waste it.” He slips his hand back into my underwear. “What?” he asks as I stare at him, mouth open. “You taste amazing.”
“Oh my God.”
He chuckles and starts arousing me, his fingers moving slowly and gently through my folds. Then he lowers his head and kisses me.
I feel dizzy, as if the Earth is slowly tilting off its axis. While he kisses me, he teases my left nipple with his fingers, and at the same time he strokes between my legs. Oh God, that feels amazing. I feel him dip his fingers a little lower, not into me, but I realize he’s collecting the moisture there and bringing it up to coat my folds, so his fingers can slide easily through them.
I feel like such an idiot. I never realized that’s what happened when I was turned on—that the moisture is a natural lubricant. Cole was always inside me in less than a minute, and sometimes it was uncomfortable and difficult for him to get all the way in. Did he not know, either, then? At school they told us how babies were made, and about contraception, and gender roles and stuff like that, but I don’t remember anything about how to make sex pleasurable. My parents never told me, and maybe they never told him. How are we supposed to know?
“Ah, baby girl,” Damon murmurs, “you feel so good. You have such an amazing body. So soft, and you smell fantastic.” He nuzzles my hair. “I wish I could go down on you, taste you properly.”
I close my eyes and a little moan escapes my mouth. “Are you trying to sex me to death?” I whisper.
“The French call the orgasmLa Petite Mort.” He nibbles my ear. “The little death. So yeah, maybe.” He nuzzles behind my ear. “How do you feel?”
“As if you’re melting me. I’m turning into a puddle.”
“That’s all your muscles relaxing, and all the hormones and chemicals shooting through you right now—endorphins and dopamine and oxytocin.”
“Really?”
