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She bites her lip and looks at me, hard, searching, nervous. "Will you teach me how to give you an orgasm?"
I look back at her, torn. "You don't need to. It's okay.
"I want to. Please?"
I laugh. “Then just keep doing what you're doing."
"Riley." It's a scold.
I reach up and cup her cheek. “No, really. Just…hold onto it like you were and rub it up and down, just like you were doing."
"That…is that what will make it feel best?"
"Anything you do will be amazing."
"I suppose, but…" She leans the other way, stretching her legs out and resting her cheek on my sternum, near my belly, and grasps my cock around the head. "I want to not just give you an orgasm. I want to…oh my, I am struggling with saying what I really intend."
"Cadence—"
"I want to make you feel such pleasure that you…yourememberme…always. I want to give you such intense pleasure as you have never known. I want to return to you even a tiny portion of the joy you have given me, Riley. So please. You know what I am asking."
"Being with you at allisthat, Cadence," I say and speak over her protest. "But I know what you mean. So…don't be in a hurry. That's the first thing. For both men and women, a quick orgasm is a good thing, but a trulygreatorgasm takes a while to build up. So it's not just like this…” I mime jerking off hard and fast. "Harder and faster isn't better. So when I said doexactlywhat you were doing, I meant it. Just touch me. Play with me. Explore. Try things. It will all feel fucking incredible. I promise, you'll give me an orgasm I’ll never, ever forget." I brush her lips. "Mainly because it's you giving it to me."
Chapter 13
CADENCE
Itruly, genuinely cannot believe this is happening. This is my life.
Iam doing this.
Iam touching Riley’s…I said it—out loud:
Hiscock.
Even thinking it makes me grin and giggle.
"What's funny?" he murmurs.
I shake my head. "Not funny. Just…" I shrug. "Surreal."
He does not answer. His eyes are hooded, his lids heavy, his jaw hard and tight. He appears angry but I know he is not. He breathes raggedly, roughly. His magnificent abdomen heaves, curls in, tightens, the thick, hard blocks of muscle hardening and relaxing. I slide my loose, soft grip around the hot, silky-soft skin, down and down to the very bottom, and he tips his hips up, pushing into my hand.
A sign of enjoyment, I believe—a signal that he wants me to do it again. Like when my hips buck into his touch. He went faster and faster until I was mad with need, and then slowed down—it only made me more desperate for the release, but oh, the result.
I shall try that.
I sit up cross-legged, facing him. Watch him with hawklike intensity for any facial expression that might be a clue as to his feelings. I grasp his…I must move past this silly hesitation over mere words; it is childish, and I am a grown woman. If I can touch it, I can say or think the word.
I grasp his cock in one hand—I like that word, I think. I decide to try it out loud again. "I like touching your cock, Riley."
He groans when I say this. "Fuck, honey. Not as much as I like you doing it."
"I think we can each enjoy it without it being a competition,” I say.
He laughs. "Sure can. All I mean is it feels fuckin’—” Right then, I caress his testicles, and he breaks off with a moan, head throwing back, eyes closing.
Yes, he likes that—a lot.
