Page 88 of Seven Year Itch
“How many times?”
My brows lift. “Doesn’t happen a lot, but—”
“See!” She points an accusing finger at me. “I knew it.”
“You know nothing,” I grouse and sit up to prop myself against my wooden headboard, propping my legs up to conceal the tent I’m pitching. “That’s why we’re doing this whole thing. Remember? Now, come on... talk about what you liked.”
She groans and covers her face with both her hands. After we hooked up in front of my fire the other night, I forced Dakota to talk through everything she liked and didn’t like. The only way she’s going to come out of this little experiment with some good takeaways is if she talks. “Reflecting helps give you confidence, and that’s what you’re looking for, so let’s hear it.”
She sighs and crawls over me to retrieve a bottle of water on the nightstand. She takes a few long swigs before pulling it down and dabbing at her lips. “Clitoral orgasms are different than vaginal.”
I have to stifle my laugh. “How so?”
She shakes her head and shrugs. “The clit ones are like sparky and surface-level. Like getting burned by a pan.”
“And vaginal?”
Her lips curl up. “Those are like deeper and more robust. They feel like sinking into a warm bath.” Her eyes partially shut and her face relaxes.
“I take it you like the vaginal ones better?”
She shakes her head and giggles. “Nah... I like ’em all.”
I chuckle, feeling a bit smug over how happy she looks. Far different than the woman who walked with me in the woods the other day, revealing her past relationship trauma.
“Are there different types of orgasms for men?”
My lips curve down. “In a way. It more just varies from intensity.When I come for the first time in a day, it’s always stronger and more intense than if I come for a second or third time in one day.”
Dakota’s eyes widen. “Do you have multiple orgasms in a day very often?”
“Do you?” I prop my hands behind my head and watch her curiously. She looks like a kid in a candy store, just discovering what sugar is.
“I’ve had two, but never three.” She points to the bed indicating what I just did to her.
“Well, good. We can add this accomplishment to the PowerPoint.”
She nods and smiles. “We are overachievers.”
“But to answer your question, multiple orgasms in a day for guys is different. It’s easier for us I think.”
“What’s the most orgasms you’ve had in a day?”
Shit, she’s playing hardball. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Because you’re going to call me a pig.”
“You don’t know that.”
I exhale. “I’ve had five.”
“Five?” Her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “Holy shit... five? With who? That Robyn girl?”
“No,” I snap, hating even the mention of her name. “You don’t know her.”
“I might know her.”
