Page 55 of River
Gently, I pulled her hands away and saw that her lips were quivering, and she was about to cry.
It was like an ice plunge, and I instantly panicked. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked it.”
Tears sprung from her eyes as she spoke in an unintelligible bundle of words.
“What? Slow down. I don’t understand.” I opened my arms to her, feeling relieved when she pressed herself against me and cried. At least she wasn’t pushing me away or asking me to leave. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I just never…”
“You never orgasmed with a guy?”
“No. I didn’t think I could. I thought I was too broken.”
“No, babe. You’re perfect.”
She didn’t say anything after that. I wracked my brain to find the right words to tell her. Once again, I wished I was better at discussing feelings, but I was terrified at saying the wrong thing, and so I settled for holding River in my arms and feeling proud that I’d been the first man to show her sexual pleasure.
