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Like he wanted to give me everything, and it was about my pleasure, not his.

He shifts beside me, his hand stroking my hip.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he says.

"Is this what it's supposed to be like?"

"Sex?"

"Mm-hmm."

He's quiet, and I turn, propping my chin on his chest and meeting his eyes.

"Because the first time, it was awkward. And then a guy I dated in college, well... it wasn't really any better. And now, this."

I feel like I'm rambling, but I can't stop.

He cups the side of my face. "It's not always like this, no." A smile curves his lips, and his cheeks deepen, revealing the tiniest flash of dimple on one cheek. "But it should be."

"So you're saying you're amazing?" I tease.

His hand slides into my hair. "No, baby. I'm saying that we're amazing. When it's good, it's because the people involved want to bring pleasure to each other. It's about trust and sharing things that are new."

He brushes his lips against mine.

I flush. "You mean... like the boob thing?"

He throws his head back and laughs. "Yeah, like that. Was it good for you?"

I bury my face against his chest.

"Hey, no," he says, laughing. "Answer the question."

"Yes," I mumble.

"Yes, what?"

I pinch his nipple, and he catches my wrist, then rolls over me.

"You can do that if you want," he says, his voice husky. "But first, answer me."

I shiver.

"Yes, okay? It was good," I say sheepishly, my cheeks flushing a deep red. "I've... never done that before. I don't even know what came over me."

His eyes are fixed on mine. "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen or done."

I bite my lip. "Have you done it before?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"Really?"

"Really."