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"What are you hiding from me?" I ask, the question stretching between us while she buries her face in my shirt. She's tensing up, trying to suppress the urge to start crying again.

"Tell me, Elene," I press. "What are you hiding from me?"

Instead of giving me a reply she erupts in a muffled cry, and I find myself wrapping both of my arms around her petite, trembling body.

Chapter 22

Elene

How am I supposed to tell him? He probably wouldn't even believe me.

He lets my tears get his shirt wet, granting me a few moments of comfort in his embrace while I try to get my composure. I don't even know what's wrong with me.

Yes, he made the impossible happen. Yes, he made me come, and with such force and within such a short time that evenIhave trouble believing it actually happened.

Yes, he was the first one to ever do it.

But still. All of that doesn't explain the overwhelming urge to cry. It must be the tension escaping me. Or maybe it reallyishormones.

Even I don't believe that.

"Elene."

His voice pulls me back to reality, forcing me to face not only the consequences of my sudden fit of weeping, but also the decision I have to make.

He gently pushes me away, putting just enough distance between us so he can tilt my head up to meet his eyes. He looks thoroughly concerned, and it stirs my heart to see him looking at me like that. Like he cares,reallycares for me.

"Please tell me what's going on here," he says. "I can't play with you if you break out in tears every time I make you come."

I can't suppress a helpless chuckle. Every time he makes me come? This is going to happen again? Really? Will it happen while he’s fucking me? Is that even possible? I hate that I have no idea what a climax feels like when I have a cock inside me. It's pathetic and embarrassing.

I shake my head. "You wouldn't understand."

"I don't need to understand," he insists. "But I need to know. You're worrying me."

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I'm worrying him. It's been years since I've heard such sweet words from a man.

"It's just..." I stutter, trying to gather the courage to deliver the honesty he keeps asking for. "This was the first time that..."

He furrows his eyebrows when I pause, cocking his head to the side as he tries to figure out what I'm talking about.

"The first time that… what?"

"The first time that... I came."

His eyebrows fly up in disbelief, and the smile that spreads across his face is unlike any I've seen.

"You've never had an orgasm before?" he asks. "I don't believe that."

"Not when a man was involved," I add. "I know how to make myself come, of course... but I've never had an orgasm during sex."

He looks at me with utter disbelief, his eyebrows creasing as he tries to make sense of what I just told him.

"No man has ever made you come?" he says, his voice incredulous.

"No, a man has never made me come."

"But you did just a few minutes ago," he insists. "You just came so hard that you almost fainted."

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