Page 53 of What if I Told You

August slides his hands behind his head as he lies next to me, further expanding the amount of space he takes up in the bed. “Yeah. That’s true. What’s wrong with that?”

I drop my phone to my chest. “Really? You really feel that way?”

He turns his head so he can look at me, an amused look on his face. “Of course. Don’t you?”

“Not…” I frown, questioning my own preferences. “Not necessarily.” I roll my body so I can face him. “Why can’t I make you come first?”

August grins. “Babe, if we were really talking about you and me, I would allow it if it’s really what you wanted but only because I know I have more in the tank for you. But not all guys are like me.”

“By that you mean once they come they can’t come twice?”

“Correct.” He nods but then stops. “Well, correction. They can come twice. Or three times or however many. But it might take anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours to be able to make things happen again. I’m sure that’s why most guys want their girl to go first. But for me it’s all about pleasure.”

My interest piqued; I narrow my eyes. “Explain.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and I wonder if I’ve made him uncomfortable especially when he asks, “Are we really talking about this?”

“Yeah.” I shrug with a smirk. “Why not? It’s just me. And we’ve talked about sex loads of times before.”

Maybe not lying next to each other in bed but…

“Alright.” He inhales a deep breath and quietly exhales. “I guess for me, I get off more…err…harder, I mean I enjoy it more knowing that my partner is getting off on what I do to her. I guess in a way it’s validation for the way I pleasure her.”

“Sooo for you, is it kind of like the more enjoyable of an orgasm she has, the bigger one you have?”

“Sure.”

I roll to my back and stare up at the ceiling. My thoughts only add to my confusion.

“Why do you look so perplexed?” August asks, amused.

My brows furrow as I lick my lips and simply tell him what’s on my mind. “Because that’s never been my experience, so it’s weird to hear you explain it like that.”

His eyes fixate on mine. “What do you mean it’s never been your experience? You’re not a virgin.”

“No, I’m not a virgin, but…” My voice trails off.

“But what?”

I clear my throat and stare up at the ceiling, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “You know what? We don’t need to talk about this. Never mind.”

“No, no, no.” He slides his palm tenderly across my stomach before coming to rest on my hip. His touch heats my body even though I know it shouldn’t. “You can’t leave me hanging like that, El. I’m your best friend, remember? There’s nothing we don’t tell each other.”

I like you.

You got one hundred times hotter over these last two years.

I think about kissing you.

I think about more than kissing you.

I wonder sometimes what it would be like to be your girlfriend.

But I’m way too scared to tell you that.

That’s six things I haven’t told you.

He tugs on my hip effectively rolling me toward him so I can’t ignore him. “You’re not a virgin but what? Tell me.” His voice is soft, supportive

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