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“The feeling is beyond mutual, madam.” He kisses me oh, so tenderly on the lips.
“Can we just… take things slow?” I look deeply into those gorgeous blue eyes and wait for his answer.
“Yes, of course we can. You’re calling all the shots, Mabel. We can absolutely take things slow.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“OHMYGOD IS SEX SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE THIS?”
So much for taking things slow.
“Is sex supposed to feel like what?” Wally pants.
“Like this!” I exclaim. “Like incredible! Like awesome! Like out of this world!”
“Yeah, I think it is,” he says proudly. “And thank you very much. Back atcha, baby!”
Let’s backtrack and explain how we got here, shall we?
After dinner—and my request to take things slow—we took a walk around the lake, which led to more conversation, more connection, and fewer and fewer reasons I shouldn’t dive into this relationship headfirst and with my whole heart. Cut to him mentioning that he has a tent with a “moon roof” that he camps out in on warmer nights, then me asking if I couldseeit… and well, here we are, sexing it up under an evening’s summer sky.
This man’s hips are from heaven. His mouth is a miracle, and his abdominals are the bumpity-bump-bump thrill ride I didn’t know I’d been dreaming of climbing aboard.
“I wonder if you actually understand the way you’re making me feel right now!” I exclaim.
“Possibly not,” he says without missing a beat, a thrust, or a touch. “But I can make certain inferences.”
“Hey, question for ya,” I say, my head thrashing left then right, making space for the kisses he’s raining down the column of my throat. “Have you ever thought about the fact that from your perspective, I’m basically having sex inside out right now? And frommyperspective,you’rehaving sex inside out? You know, penetrationally speaking?”
“Uhhh…. No. No, I haven’t considered that,” he says and lifts his head as though he actually is considering it now. What a guy. He’s seriously the best.
I lock eyes with him and smile. “I know! It’s mind-blowing stuff, right?”
“Well...”He stretches out the sound. “I don’t know if I would call it mind-blowing exactly, but—”
“Sorry to interrupt, but do you know if penetrationally is a word?”
“It is now!” He laughs.
“Not a very sexy word, though, is it?”
“Not really, no,” he agrees, then proceeds to bury his head back in my neck.
“But anyway,” I continue, “you get my point, that—”
“Hey, Mabel?” He slows his movements, looks up, and gently brushes the hair out of my eyes.
“Yeah?”
“There’s suddenly a lot of talking happening.”
“True! Yeah.” I feel a tiny panic arise. “Is that okay? It appears that I’m a talker.”
“Sure. Of course, it’s okay,” he says. “Talking is… great. Talking withyouis great. I love it. I’m just… I dunno, I guess I’m kind of wondering why you’re choosing now for a philosophical discussion on the mechanics of sexual intercourse.”
“Oh, man,” I sigh. “I’m sorry, Wally.”
“No, no, no, don’t be.” He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. “Nothing to be sorry about. You just seemed to be really enjoying yourselfa moment ago and then—”
