Page 54 of Torrid Love
“You lost me. What doesn’t work?”
“You can’t make me come with your fingers.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead. It takes me a second to recover from the shock.
“The hell I can’t.”
“Rod, don’t be stubborn.”
“I’m at a loss, Dom.”
She doesn’t answer.
“Talk to me.”
Still no answer.
“Are you a virgin?”
She shakes her head.
“Answer me,” I demand.
“I’m not.”
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. You can’t have an orgasm because of a medical condition or you’ve just been with shitheads who needed a map and a flashlight… and even with those, they couldn’t find their way around?”
She shakes her head, but she does a pretty poor job at hiding her smile.
“What? It’s a legitimate question.” I defend.
She purses her lips and blinks up to the ceiling. She always does that when she’s uncomfortable about something.
“Dom,” I press. I place my fingers around her chin and lower her head so our eyes meet. “I’m your best friend. Talk to me,” I repeat.
“I’ve never allowed myself to… you know…”
“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”
“It’s hard for me to get into it. To block everything out and let my body do the thinking. My mind is constantly… active.”
What a crying shame.
“What happened to cause that?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head vehemently. “It’s just me.”
Her answer comes too quickly, but I don’t push her. We can talk about it another time. I try a different approach.
“I know everything about you, except for what drives you over the edge. What do I have to do to make you scream out my name when you come?”
She laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never been able to have an orgasm with a guy, so I wouldn’t know.”
“But you’ve had them?”
