Page 110 of My UnTrue Love
All of it was so muchmorethan she’d ever imagined. Clementine loved Bill, so she’d assumed she’d love sex with him. But holy moly! Shereallyloved it. She loved the sounds andthe scents, and the taste of his skin. She loved all the sensations swamping her. She loved the feel of himso deepinside.
Her dazed eyes locked with his, seeing all the different parts of him. The coyote and the man and the artist and the friend and the husband. The Good and the Bad. Everything.
“There’s not a chance in this world I willevergive you up.” Bill’s long musician’s fingers were threaded through her hair. “I can’t, Clem. I justcan’t.”
“I know.” And she did. Bill didn’t need time. He needed reassurance. She suddenly understood that. “Don’t worry. I’m here to stay.”
Clem had a distant glimmer that something still wasn’t quite perfect. That some part of their union wasn’t snapping together as it should, even though it was so clear and right andtrue. But she was too lost in the moment to examine what the vague problem might be. The feel of Bill inside of her eclipsed every other thought.
His kisses somehow turned even more ravenous. “Come for me, again. I want to feel it happen all around me.”
His voice pushed her over the edge. Deep and rumbling and melodic, filled with emotion and power. It always sounded magical to her, but when he used it likethat, there was just no way to hold on. Clem was a goner.
Her over-sensitized flesh spasmed, again. She felt her inner muscles tighten on Bill, pulling him deeper in long, undulating waves, as her second orgasm hit. It was even stronger than the first, making her twist and wail beneath him.
“Holy God…” He choked out and then he was coming, too. Endlessly filling her. He continued to thrust through his release, his glowing eyes fixed on her face. “Clem… MyGod…”
She went limp with boneless exhaustion, her body sinking into the mattress. Bill collapsed down on top of her, his elbows braced so he didn’t crush her.
For a long moment, there was silence.
When Clem regained the ability to hear and speak, she immediately realized Bill was too quiet. He was a man who liked to praise her and tease her and talk to her when she was in his arms. If he wasn’t playing then something was wrong.
Sure enough, she could feel tension entering his body. He was still holding her tight, with his head buried in her hair, but he was clearly not floating on a cloud of post-coital bliss.
Clem sighed. As she’d suspected, his feelings weren’t yet in tune. She’d tried to warn him, but he’d been too caught up in artistic passion. “Bill? Honey, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” He said quickly. “I just…” He trailed off and sat up, a strange look on his face. “I just didn’t expect it to be that way.”
Her own emotions and insecurities took over. “Did I not do okay?”
He started, his head swiveling around to look at her. “What?”
“It was the first time I ever tried sex. I’m sure I’ll get better at it.”
That drew a rusty-sounding laugh. “You honestly think that can getbetter?”
“I mean,” she shrugged, “I thought it was close to perfect.”
Now, he seemed a little insulted. “Close? How ‘close’?”
“About eighty-nine percent perfect?” Clem guesstimated.
“Eighty-nine?!”
“Well, I don’t have anything to compare it to. What doyouthink?”
“I think I lost myself.” His tone was oddly serious. “I honestly don’t remember ever having sex without you, Clementine. I don’t remember ever touching anyone but you.”
That almost sounded like a compliment.
Except Bill didn’t seem pleased. He seemed worried. “I knew it would be good. I just didn’t quite gethowgood.”
“Like eighty-nine percent good?”
“It was perfect!” He scraped a hand through his hair. “Fuck, you areperfect. I felt like I was gonna die if I couldn’t have you. Like nothing else mattered but being consumed in your fire. Like Ineededyou…” He stopped short and gave his head a shake.
“Bill?”
