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It’s been a few hours, and I still haven’t made it to my villa. I am absolutely enthralled by the woman keeping me company and have no intentions of leaving her anytime soon.
My face involuntarily scrunches in confusion as she continues to tell me how she has never had an orgasm – with a partner or by herself. She is beautiful, smart, and witty. What man wouldn’t want to take the time to worship and please her?
How the fuck has she gone this long without knowing that kind of euphoric pleasure?
“Can I ask why?” I feel like I’m pushing, but this is the game we’ve been playing. No personal details – full names or where we live – but spill the stuff you don’t tell anyone. In the short time we’ve been sitting here, I feel like I’ve learned more about her than the last five women I’ve dated combined.
“I guess I never really saw the point,” she sips her margarita, “I’ve obviously had guys touch me and it didn’t really do anything for me. So, I just never have.”
I continue to watch her in complete bewilderment.
“And I’ve heard that some women can’t,” she shrugs as she takes another sip, “You haven’t ever been with a woman, and she didn’t…come?”
“Honestly? No,” I reach for my glass on the bar, “The women I fuck always come, not just once, but several times.”
“Oh,” her eyes are big and the surprise at my words is written across her face, “maybe I’m just not like those women.”
“You could be,” the words slip from my mouth before I can catch them. While we have been talking for a while, that was fucking forward and presumptuous. Even for me.
But fuck, I would like her to be.
Her cheeks are no longer just pink from being sun-kissed, but now are bright red from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Izzy” I blurt out, “I didn’t mean…”
“But didn’t you?” She smirks at me and chuckles, “Be honest, Alex. No point in us having secrets from each other now.”
Her head nods at the bartender and she raises two fingers at him. We sit in silence for the first time since we started talking, awkwardly waiting for him to come to our side of the bar and pour us two more shots of tequila. He has barely finished filling the first when she grabs the glass and downs it, as her cheeks begin to flush.
As I reach for my shot, she blurts out, “This is one hundred percent the tequila talking, because I would never have the courage to ask this without it…”
Watching her fidget anxiously in her seat, I throw back my shot while waiting for her to continue.
“What makes you so certain I could be like those women? That I can come?”
Turning on my stool, I spin to face her.
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ISABELLA
I can’t believe I just asked that.
I swallow hard as Alex spins on his stool to face me, while turning mine to face him. When he stops, my crossed legs are settled between his massive, muscular thighs.
Staring into my eyes, he places his large hands on my outer thighs, just above my knees. His touch immediately causes my heart to race. Never breaking eye contact, he leans in. His face slowly inching toward mine as his hands dip under my cover-up.
Is this really happening?
Or am I fucking drunk?
My heart is thumping in my chest, as his stubble dusts over my cheek and his warm breath blows over my ear, “I’m not some inexperienced college guy that is just looking for somewhere to come.”
Slowly, his hands continue up my outer thighs until they are on my hips. My breasts rise and fall with every audible breath I take.
“If I had the pleasure of fucking a woman as amazing as you,” his words a warm whisper against my ear, “I would want to worship every inch of you while I pleasured you.”
I expect him to pull back from me, but he stays with his cheek resting against mine, his warm breath continuing to blow over my ear. My thighs squeeze together, in a futile attempt to calm this foreign, fluttering sensation at my center.
