Page 9 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
Kim
Igesturetothebox on the bedside table.
I’m a touch disappointed that Max asked about the condoms just now.Not because I don’t want him to use protection—of course I want to be safe—but for a moment there, I thought he was going to pin my hands against the headboard, and I would have liked that.
This encounter isn’t going quite the way I envisioned.
He became clumsy when he tried to unclasp my bra, but it was endearing, to be honest.Like he was so turned on, he’d lost full control of his fingers.Then he slid one of those fingers inside me and just thrusted in and out like a jackhammer, no finesse.
I wish…
Well, I like it rather rough and filthy.A bit of spanking, being trapped against a wall.Nothing extreme, but I like feeling a little used.I enjoy it when a man pushes my head onto his cock…and then goes down on me with relish later; I might enjoy being on my knees, but I don’t want it to be all about his pleasure.
If he doesn’t want that, though, it’s okay—I’ve had good sex that wasn’t rough.Maybe it’ll be better once he’s inside me, but we just feel out of sync, somehow.
He dips his head and touches his tongue to my clit.
Oh, God.Yes.
But he only gives me a few licks before getting up to remove his pants and boxer briefs.He does look quite nice, his erection bobbing between his legs.
It takes him a while to get the condom out of the packet, though he manages better than he did with my bra.Finally, he sheathes himself and positions himself above me.He pushes inside, just a little.
“Good?”he asks.
I nod.
He closes his eyes as he fully seats himself within me, and then he starts moving slowly.It’s enjoyable enough but not incredible.I want tofeel, but I’m in my head more than I usually am during sex.
As he kisses me, he slips his hand between my thighs.It takes him a few seconds to find my clit, but then he’s stroking me, and I think I might be able to come—I usually come pretty easily.
Unfortunately, he withdraws his hand.An odd sound escapes his lips as he shudders.
He pulls out and heads to the washroom, and I try not to feel too disappointed.
When Max tugged me off the dance floor and we kissed by the lake, things were going well.I thought we had a connection; I assumed I was in for a great night.
Alas, it wasn’t to be.
He returns to bed, and pulls me into his arms.I hope that now he’ll finally pay attention to my breasts or try to get me off.
But he just mumbles, “You’re amazing,” and falls asleep.
Dammit.
I sigh, and then my disappointment morphs into something sharper.
I can’t believe this is how my nine-month dry spell ended.Nine months might not be too long for some people, but it’s a hell of a long time for me.Last summer, I slept with a bunch of different men, and it was all good fun.Since then…well, I’ve had a few opportunities in the past several months, but none of them felt quite right.I was waiting for something better.
Notthat.
I’m pissed.
Seriously, how was I so wrong about him?It reminds me of my lackluster encounters early in university, and I wasn’t looking for a repeat of those.
I read an article recently about how few women orgasm the first time they have sex with a new male partner.I don’t remember the exact percentage, but it’s a bad sign that I’m able to think of statistics at all right now.I do recall that the number was much lower than my own personal experience in the past decade…yet here I am.I wish I’d flirted with Malcolm’s cousin instead.
This was not how tonight was supposed to go.
