We ended up going out for sushi, at a five-star place of course. I was actually starting to feel comfortable in places like this. I’d grown to realize that no one was actually staring at me, like I’d assumed. As long as I held my head high and acted like I belonged, everything would be just fine.
Daniel used chopsticks like an old pro. I don’t know why that surprised me. When we got back to the hotel, I was feeling in a considerably better mood - whether because of the good sushi or the good sake, I didn’t really care. We laughed and joked on the way back to the hotel, tumbling into bed just like a real honeymooning couple. We kissed and undressed each other slowly, and that night I saw him naked for the first time. I let my eyes wander all over him, memorizing every inch of his skin. I didn’t know what was going to happen when we got back, but I realized it was foolish not to enjoy this while it lasted.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d just relaxed in bed with a lover like this; not in any particular hurry, just letting the moments drag themselves out. I remembered to breathe. Long, slow breaths.
“Where did you learn that thing?” I asked him, letting my nails drag lightly up and down his chest. “About breathing?”
He smiled. “If you ask me, too many men have a fixed mindset about sex. They believe they’re pretty much born instinctively knowing everything they need to know, and if they have to seek any kind of outside knowledge, that’s somehow a form of failure. I never bought into that. I fumbled through things when I was a teenager like everyone else, but once I grew up, I wanted to really learn how to do it right. So I did what I’d do for anything else - I took lessons from an expert.”
“A sexpert.” I had to admit, it was a smart thing to do - but the idea still made me giggle.
“Laugh all you want,” he said. “But she taught me how to get the most out of every experience. For me and my partners.”
“I’m not laughing at you,” I lied. “I just…it’s pretty cool. Most guys won’t do that, like you said. Unless somebody drags them there.”
“It’s silly,” he said, as I ran my hand up and down his thigh. “The odd hang-ups people have about trying to improve themselves, sexually. I mean, why not? We take lessons for everything else. Nobody expects that you’ll be a prodigy at anything else without some training.”
I got up on my knees and straddled him, carefully, reaching for the condom sitting on the bedside table. “Do you usually tell your partners about your…training?”
“My work speaks for itself,” he said, his breath hitching a little when I grabbed his rapidly hardening manhood by the base and squeezed a little.
“And so humble, too,” I said, rolling the condom down over his velvety-soft skin.
“To answer your question…” he paused as I sank down onto him, my inner heat enveloping him eagerly. “….no. I don’t think….” He exhaled. “….they’d necessarily understand.”
I nodded in agreement before throwing my head back and losing myself in the rhythm of riding him. He couldn’t tell any woman he actually cared about, because they might shrink at the idea of a man purposefully taking sex lessons. But with me, it didn’t matter. With me, there was no risk.
With me? Nothing to lose.
I banished these thoughts from my head, focusing all my efforts on grinding my hips, watching for the particular movements that made his jaw clench and his eyelids flutter. When I purposefully tightened my inner muscles around him, he groaned softly. I’d forgotten how much fun this was, having a man completely at my mercy.
Suddenly, his expression changed. He was refocused. Watching me carefully. His eyes narrowed.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?”
Chapter Twelve
I gaped at him.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?”
What on earth was that supposed to mean?
“You’re enjoying it too,” I said. “…aren’t you?” He obviously was, but I had no idea what he was driving at.
“Being on top,” he said. “Literally and figuratively.”
I stopped moving. “All right,” I said. “Did you…did you want to switch positions? Or what?”
Suddenly, he grabbed onto my hips and flipped us both over. I shrieked a little. Once he was on top of me, he captured my wrists and held them above my head, much like he’d done when we kissed the night before. I melted into it. As much fun as it had been to feel like I was in charge of him, this was better.
“There we are,” he murmured, in between kisses. “That’s the Maddy I know.”