Page 81 of Bourbon Bliss
“Absolutely. The orgasm is just the final note. The crescendo at the end. Don’t get me wrong, that part is great. And some guys think that’s all there is to it. But they’re missing out.”
“Missing out on what?”
He took a deep breath and his eyes seemed to focus on something behind me. “They’re missing out on the way her skin feels. Women are soft and pliable. They feel like silk when their body slides against yours. They’re missing the way her eyelids get heavy. How she moves with you, her body aligning with yours.”
I swallowed, my meal forgotten as I listened.
“Good sex isn’t just about the last thirty seconds,” he said. “It’s about the build-up. The anticipation. The touching and kissing. The need. It’s about connecting with that person in the most intimate way. You’re as close as two people can get, sharing an amazing experience together.”
My heart beat a little faster, the way it did when I was reading an erotic scene in one of the novels I’d borrowed from the library.
“If all a guy cares about is getting off, he misses the flush in her cheeks when she’s close,” he continued, still looking past me. “The way that pink will creep down her neck to her chest. He misses her taste, and the way she sounds when she moans his name. He’s missing the heat between her legs. The way she pulses and throbs around you.”
“Wow.”
Jonah blinked and cleared his throat again, his face flushing slightly. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. That was very informative.”
He chuckled, pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck. “This is just a little awkward.”
“This is helpful. Please continue.”
“Look, if you really care about someone, you’ll figure out the physical logistics together. Every person is a little different, and they like different things. But part of the fun of it is learning those things with each other.”
“You mean, it’s typical to spend time learning the specific physical preferences of my sexual partner.”
“Yeah and tell him yours. Communicate with him. Most guys love feedback.”
I tilted my head. “Do you mean during the act of intercourse?”
“Sure. Tell him what feels good. He’ll love hearing you tell him what you like. And he’ll do more of it, which is good for both of you.”
“Should I expect him to reciprocate with this kind of communication?”
“I think so.” He shifted in his chair. “Here’s the thing, Juney. If you’re worried you don’t know what to do, feel for how he responds. If he’s moaning or telling you it’s good or…” He cleared his throat again. “If he’s thrusting his hips harder, that kind of thing? Keep doing it.”
“The logic of that makes sense to me.”
“But don’t only concern yourself with makinghimfeel good,” he said. “Sex is something you’re doing, and experiencing, together. If you’re too focused on pleasing him, you won’t enjoy it. And if he’s any kind of man at all, your pleasure will be a priority to him.”
I thought back to my physical encounters with George. That definitely held true. “So you’re saying good sex doesn’t require a specific set of skills. It requires both a desire to please the other person, and to participate fully in the act so you experience pleasure as well.”
“You have a way with making that sound very un-sexy, but yes, that’s basically it,” he said with a smile.
I nodded slowly, letting Jonah’s information sink in. “Thank you, Jonah. This was an informative discussion.”
“Sure, Juney. Just… maybe ask your sister if you have more sex questions?”
I went back to my dinner, still processing what Jonah had said. It did make sense. And it dovetailed with what I already knew about intimacy and sexual relationships. Even the fictional relationships I’d read in books showcased many of the characteristics he’d mentioned.
I still wasn’t sure if I was capable of that kind of intimacy. But now, more than ever, I wanted to try. Not just for George, but for myself as well.
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George
June Tucker was nothing if not single-minded. Whether it was dealing with a challenge at work or negotiating a deal for one of her Bootleg Springs business partners, she zeroed in on her objective and would not be swayed.
