and
then spreads throughout my body, until I’m reduced to nothing more than
physical sensations and cries of pleasure.
When the quivering finally stops, and my breathing begins to
return to normal, I find Luc lying next to me, starting intently as I struggle
to open my eyelids.
“You enjoy it so much,” he remarks.
“Of course. How could I not?”
“I love watching you. You’re so into the experience.”
I prop myself up on one elbow and look at him. “Are you
telling me that other people, you’ve – you know – been with, haven’t been into
that?”
How could someone not be into that? That was literally the
best twenty minutes of my life and the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. In this
moment, I feel like I would follow Luc to the ends of the Earth if it meant he
would continue doing that to me forever.
Luc chuckles as if I’m missing some kind of a joke. “Let’s
just say not all women are as eager and into it as you are.”
I turn red, embarrassed. “Is it weird that I was so
excited?”
“No, no, no.” he says softly, reaching out to reassure me.
“That’s not what I meant at all. I loved that you responded that way. It’s just
different being with someone as young as you are. You’re so much freer is all...”
I begin to feel very self-conscious. I’m not exactly sure what
he means, and I still feel like I'm missing something, but I let it slide. I'm
feeling too damn good, and I want to enjoy my sexual high.
“I didn’t mean to offend you. Sometimes I say stupid things.
I can be awkward at times.”
I look over at Luc and think that he is anything but
awkward. He seems so worldly and experienced, not to mention mysterious. He
symbolizes everything that I’m not.
“What would your parents say if they knew you were here?” he
husks, his hand moving across the fabric of my camisole.
“My parents? Really? That’s a good way to kill the mood.” I
fix him with a deliberate stare. Were we really going to talk about my parents
while both of us are pant-less and lying in his bed?
“I’m not trying to kill the mood. I just want to know what
they would think.”
I sigh loudly, blowing at a piece of hair that’s fallen in
my face. “They would freak out, okay? They would probably lose their minds.
Why? Do you plan on calling them and telling them that you just went down on
their daughter?”
He blinks at my language, clearly surprised.
“No.”
“All right, well let’s not talk about them. I’m their only
daughter. My father would probably show up outside your apartment with a
shotgun.” I bite my lip. “And he’s not a shotgun kind of guy.” I add.
Luc laughs softly. “You’re funny.”
“I’m glad I amuse you.”
“You are amusing. You’re sassier than I pegged you
for.” He quiets for a moment, and his mood changes. I can feel it. He’s become darker,
more pensive. “Life hasn’t worn you down yet.” He pauses for a beat. “You
haven’t experienced any real hurt yet, have you?”
I’m uncomfortable again. The mood has gone from light to
heavy, and I feel the age gap between us. I’m not really sure what he means. I
guess he’s right that I haven’t had any real hurt, but his comment is
presumptuous.
“Real hurt?” I repeat, trying to sound mature.
“Oh, I’m not holding it against you. Just making an
observation. You’re lucky. Sometimes people your age have experienced things
that age them too quickly. You know – they’ve lost a parent, or been through
some kind of awful ordeal.”
I think about my mother immediately. It’s only come up a few
times, but I know she went through something terrible when she was fifteen involving
my granddaddy’s friends. She didn’t speak to my granddaddy for a long time, and
apparently it was my father who helped her get her life back on track. I think
she was really sad and depressed for a long, long time and I know she never
thought that she would ever get married or have kids.
“I’ve been
then spreads throughout my body, until I’m reduced to nothing more than
physical sensations and cries of pleasure.
When the quivering finally stops, and my breathing begins to
return to normal, I find Luc lying next to me, starting intently as I struggle
to open my eyelids.
“You enjoy it so much,” he remarks.
“Of course. How could I not?”
“I love watching you. You’re so into the experience.”
I prop myself up on one elbow and look at him. “Are you
telling me that other people, you’ve – you know – been with, haven’t been into
that?”
How could someone not be into that? That was literally the
best twenty minutes of my life and the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. In this
moment, I feel like I would follow Luc to the ends of the Earth if it meant he
would continue doing that to me forever.
Luc chuckles as if I’m missing some kind of a joke. “Let’s
just say not all women are as eager and into it as you are.”
I turn red, embarrassed. “Is it weird that I was so
excited?”
“No, no, no.” he says softly, reaching out to reassure me.
“That’s not what I meant at all. I loved that you responded that way. It’s just
different being with someone as young as you are. You’re so much freer is all...”
I begin to feel very self-conscious. I’m not exactly sure what
he means, and I still feel like I'm missing something, but I let it slide. I'm
feeling too damn good, and I want to enjoy my sexual high.
“I didn’t mean to offend you. Sometimes I say stupid things.
I can be awkward at times.”
I look over at Luc and think that he is anything but
awkward. He seems so worldly and experienced, not to mention mysterious. He
symbolizes everything that I’m not.
“What would your parents say if they knew you were here?” he
husks, his hand moving across the fabric of my camisole.
“My parents? Really? That’s a good way to kill the mood.” I
fix him with a deliberate stare. Were we really going to talk about my parents
while both of us are pant-less and lying in his bed?
“I’m not trying to kill the mood. I just want to know what
they would think.”
I sigh loudly, blowing at a piece of hair that’s fallen in
my face. “They would freak out, okay? They would probably lose their minds.
Why? Do you plan on calling them and telling them that you just went down on
their daughter?”
He blinks at my language, clearly surprised.
“No.”
“All right, well let’s not talk about them. I’m their only
daughter. My father would probably show up outside your apartment with a
shotgun.” I bite my lip. “And he’s not a shotgun kind of guy.” I add.
Luc laughs softly. “You’re funny.”
“I’m glad I amuse you.”
“You are amusing. You’re sassier than I pegged you
for.” He quiets for a moment, and his mood changes. I can feel it. He’s become darker,
more pensive. “Life hasn’t worn you down yet.” He pauses for a beat. “You
haven’t experienced any real hurt yet, have you?”
I’m uncomfortable again. The mood has gone from light to
heavy, and I feel the age gap between us. I’m not really sure what he means. I
guess he’s right that I haven’t had any real hurt, but his comment is
presumptuous.
“Real hurt?” I repeat, trying to sound mature.
“Oh, I’m not holding it against you. Just making an
observation. You’re lucky. Sometimes people your age have experienced things
that age them too quickly. You know – they’ve lost a parent, or been through
some kind of awful ordeal.”
I think about my mother immediately. It’s only come up a few
times, but I know she went through something terrible when she was fifteen involving
my granddaddy’s friends. She didn’t speak to my granddaddy for a long time, and
apparently it was my father who helped her get her life back on track. I think
she was really sad and depressed for a long, long time and I know she never
thought that she would ever get married or have kids.
“I’ve been
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