Page 63 of The Lessons

As he continued, he pulled me into him, kissing my neck in a way that made my pulse race until, eventually, he pulled away from my neck. Our eyes locked, only inches from each other as we breathed in and out in perfect sync.

Whoa.

He held my gaze as his hips continued to roll against me with a gentle yet primal rhythm. As rest of the room fell away, he looked away and drew back, pulling my hips with him, not breaking our connection. With me flat on my back, he spread my legs wider and held my hips.

“Does this feel okay?” He pushed himself even deeper into me. A shock of electricity ripped through me as he hit up against something tender and sensitive.

“Yes, more,” I panted without thinking, feeling like both a first class hooker and a sex goddess. I looked back up at him. His eyes were dark as midnight, his mouth was serious. I closed my eyes again, letting the sensation overtake me. My back arched as our bodies merged in a mess of heat and need, and he pulled me with him as we climbed higher and higher, faster and faster. Feeling my orgasm build, I tried not to give it away too quickly, but the feeling of Ryan inside me became too much. My eyes snapped open to meet his. I could see him on the precipice, and that’s all it took: I was there.

Ryan groaned, and I went silent, my core erupting with heat as I splintered into a thousand pieces of light. Giant rolling waves of sensation swept over me, and I was lost, lost on a sea of pleasure. I could hear nothing, see nothing, and experience nothing but pure, acute pleasure. I was wrapped around him, but my body felt boneless and weightless, and I fell back against the mattress, limp as jelly. Ryan collapsed on me, both of us panting, and I savored the feeling of his skin against mine before we loosened, and he rolled off to the side.

After a few minutes, we’d both caught our breath. I stayed on my back, looking up at the ceiling and trying to keep my tone professional. “I think I’m going to need to practice that more.”

“Right. Yes. Definitely. Practice makes perfect.” His tone was serious. Well, as serious as one could be in a post-orgasm fog.

“Not that that wasn’t?”

“No, it was.”

“But—that was good, right? I mean, I don’t have any reference point, but—“

“Yes, Natalie. That was good. Very good.”

He sat up and looked at me. “Natalie, it’s important that you know that it’s not always like that.” I must have looked confused because he continued. “There’s great sex, and then there’s bad sex, and there’s also a whole lot of okay sex in between.”

“Why would anyone settle for anything less than great sex?” I murmured as I pulled the covers up over me.

He didn’t say anything.

Chapter Nineteen

Natalie

Lose Virginity

I couldn’t believe it.

I’d finally done it. I was finally back on track.

It was only in moments like these that I regretted not having any close girlfriends. After my appointment, I walked home. More strangers than normal smiled and said hello to me on the sidewalk. I found myself wondering if they could tell I’d just had sex. I certainly couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Sex.

Sex with Ryan.

Sex sex sex sex sex.

Or maybe they were staring because of the stupid grin I had plastered on my face. Either way, once I got home, I ended up on the Internet, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I googled stories of other people’s first times and quickly surmised that climaxing was usually out of the question. I chalked that detail up to my experienced partner and congratulated myself, once again, on being smart enough to have sought out what I needed.

Well played, Reese.

After the forums got boring, I even streamed a few free porn videos, but all of them ended with a money shot of a girl pretending to be excited about having a glop of cum on her face.

It all felt very different from what I’d just experienced.

I felt relieved and accomplished and, if I was being honest, maybe a little more attractive. Ryan had made it through the session without running for the hills, which was great. However, in addition to these feelings, something else was nagging at me. I went to my desk and pulled out my copy of the contract. I scanned it, looking for something when I realized it wasn’t something in the contract that was bothering me. It was something Dr. Lerner had said.

“Working with a surrogate can sometimes elicit emotions, emotions that—for the un-prepared—can be overwhelming.”

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