Page 70 of Body Shot

“I didn’t know,” is all I say.

“But I did.” He kissed my hair and the side of my face. “You okay?”

“So okay. I might not be alive anymore, though, because I can’t feel my legs.”

“Can you feel my cock?”

I chuckle. “Oh, yeah. That I feel.”

“Then you’re still alive.”

“Please don’t move yet.”

“I’m not going anywhere, beautiful girl.” He holds me closer, and we lay like that until I feel some semblance of normal coming back.

He finally shifts his weight, kissing the tip of my nose before he says, “Okay if I move? I’ll be right back.”

I want to say no, but that’s silly. This is his house. It’s not like he’s going to run out the front door and leave me here in his bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he reiterates when I hesitate.

“Okay.”

I feel a chill as he lifts off me and slides off the bed.

I’m not embarrassed so much as incredibly vulnerable.

What we’d just shared was the most intimate thing you could share with someone. I don’t know what he’s feeling, but I’m sure he’s shared something similar with a lot of women, and that part makes me uncomfortable. Even though it shouldn’t.

“Hey.” He slides back into bed and pulls me into his arms. I wind my arms and legs with his as if we’ve done this a million times.

“Is it always so good?” I ask softly. “I mean, was it good because you’re experienced?”

“Yes and no. To both things. It can be this good, but not always. Sometimes the chemistry is just off. My experience made it easier for you, especially under these specific circumstances, but the rest happens organically.”

“And sometimes it doesn’t?”

“A lot of times it doesn’t. You can feel really good in those seconds as you’re getting off, and then roll over feeling like youcan’t wait to get the hell out of here. Or sometimes it’s just nice, comfortable, and you roll over and go to sleep.”

“But this wasn’t either of those scenarios. At least, I hope not.”

“Look, I’m not going to lie. Sometimes, good sex is just that. Two people who share an attraction and want to fuck. It’s quick, passionate, feels really good. But that’s all it is. It’s possible to have amazing sex without the emotional bond.”

Crap.

He did what I asked of him and now he’s trying to let me down easy.

I try to move, rolling onto my side, but his arms tighten, and he holds me against his chest.

“Claudia. Stop. I’m not saying that’s what’s happening here. We both know it’s not. I’m just trying to be honest about sex, because you haven’t had it with anyone else. Your attempt with that idiot doesn’t count.”

Somehow, I feel the same way.

“So…does that mean thatthisis my official first time?” I ask quietly.

“It is in my opinion, but my opinion doesn’t really count in this instance. What do you think?”

“I think I love knowing that it was you,” I whisper, relaxing against him again. “I couldn’t ask for a better first time. Is that weird?”

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