Page 32 of Falling for Red
“Have you ever heard of Tantra or Tantric sex?” he asks, leaning back and holding my gaze.
“No,” I say, dragging out the word playfully because whatever that is, it sounds interesting.
“Well … you should read about it, and basically it’s all about prolonged experiences that are not about the end game of an orgasm, rather more about bonding and intimacy.”
“How did Jake the firefighter discover he likes this?” I ask flirtily.
“I’m open minded and attract open minded people.” He squeezes me. “I understand you can’t have hours every time to be intimate, but when there’s time, like there is now, I think it’s the best.”
“So what do you want to do with me?” I ask, grinning.
“I want to kiss you, touch you, tickle you … caress every inch of you. I want to learn your body.”
“Okay …” I whisper hesitantly but need to shelve my insecurities about him exploring me with this level of detail because I want him to touch me.
“We could also do some breathing stuff, but I think that might be best for another time.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I see your guard’s going back up a little … so foreplay … I want to do that for a while.”
“I am, what, laying here on the couch while you explore?”
“We can go to the bed, but know that my dick will not be involved at all.”
“I would rather be in my bed.”
“Then, let’s go to your bed.”
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“Do you want to, like, really try this?” I ask as she sits at the foot of the bed. I quickly scan the room. The comforter is quilted and plush. The walls are white. She hasn’t decorated this room either. I wonder what her plans are, when her lease expires. I hope she wants to stay in Wisconsin because my life is here.
“As long as it involves your hands and lips, yes,” she says, her blue eyes looking up at me with hunger.
I stare down at her, and she leans back onto her forearms a little more. “Eye contact is important. So don’t close your eyes. I know it’s instinct, but I want you to keep looking at me.”
“Thewholetime?” she breathes, surprised.
I smile. “Eye contact is great for bonding.”
“Okay,” she says with a questioning edge.
“Would you be more comfortable under the covers or lying on top of them?”
“Under the covers.”
“Do you feel self-conscious? Because there is nothing to be self-conscious about.” I pull up her shirt and drop it on the floor. Taking her in, I smile and lean down to kiss her lips. “You are so fucking sexy.”
“I’m trying not to be self-conscious,” she says between kisses. “But I also get cold easily.”
“Then get under the covers, Sparky.”
“You’re not calling me that.”
“But I like it,” I tease as I take off my shirt and slide in on the other side of the bed. Her eyes go wide before she asks, “When were you going to tell me you have tattoos?” Claire traces my chest piece with her fingers while lying on her side.
“I forget about them, honestly.”
