Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Romeo stands and takes my hand.
This time, he leads me into the bedroom.
The space is sleeker than I expect. Cleaner too. It lacks the lived in warmth of the rest of the apartment.
There's a certain practicality to it. A queen bed, white cotton sheets, a royal blue bedspread, a small shelf of books, a little desk, white shutters over the window.
He goes straight to the bedside table. Pulls out a condom and lube.
I love that I don't have to ask him to grab lube.
It's not that I'm not wet. I am. But I only get so wet. Partly from my antihistamines. But partly from my own unique body too.
Even though I know it's normal, I feel awkward asking. As if it ruins the moment. As if I'm insulting a guy's ego.
I like that he's not making a big deal about it. Or the condom. And let's face it—the condom means the lube is extra necessary too. The friction of rubber against flesh doesn't feel as good as flesh against flesh.
But then I'm getting back into therapist mode.
And I'm here to enjoy myself.
What I want.
At all times.
"Take off your pants," I say.
He tosses the tools on the bed and slides his jeans to his ankles.
He kicks the bottoms off.
"The boxers too." I try to find the confidence in my voice. It's hard. I'm not used to it. But it feels good to play this game with him. To try on this role.
Romeo does away with his boxers.
I take a moment to take in the sight of him. He is a beautiful man. Just the right height, just the right build, just the right size. Not too tall or too short or too broad or too slim.
Just right.
Only a little taller than I am. I should be used to that—I'm about as tall as most guys. I am. But, somehow, it feels different with him. Like it means we fit together just right.
"Get on the bed," I say.
He complies.
I slide onto the sheets with him. I move onto my side, bringing my lips to his. Kissing him again.
This time, when I finish with his mouth, I move to his neck.
His chest.
His stomach.
His cock.
I haven’t done this in a long time. I don't have the confidence I once did. But I'm still eager to wrap my lips around him. To taste his flesh.
He feels good in my mouth.
Right somehow. That's the only way to explain it, really.
I tease him with a few flicks of my tongue. He lets out a low, deep groan as he reaches for me.
His hands brush my shoulders.
Do I really have him where I want him or is this part of his routine? I'm not sure, but I don't exactly want to stop and ask either.
I toy with him again. A few more flicks. Then the suction.
I take him a little deeper.
I take him again and again.
Not enough to get him there. Only enough to tease. To taste him.
Then I release him and kiss my way back up his body.
He kisses back, but he doesn't resume control. He continues to follow my lead.
I can ask him for anything. To touch me. To taste me.
But I don't want to wait. I want him now.
I press the condom into his palm. "Now."
He tears the foil packet and rolls the rubber over his cock.
I squeeze a little lube onto it. Onto him.
He groans as my hand glides over his tip. I spread the gel over him then I get into position, straddling him.
Slowly, I bring my body onto his.
His tip brushes against me.
Then it's that sweet, sweet sensation of our bodies connecting. It's intense. Almost too intense.
Then it's just right.
It's in his eyes. That hazy, lost look. Like he's not sure where he is, but he knows he likes it.
Because he's not used to this dynamic.
Or maybe because he's perfected this response.
The artifice is still there. A part of me wants to stop everything and demand authenticity. But another part doesn’t care. And not just because I need a story for our next episode. Not just because I can turn this into a series. Doctor O Gets Her Groove Back—with a Pro.
Because I want to feel him against me. Because, even if he is playing this up, he is here. We’re here, together, in this moment.
Okay, sure, if I’m actively thinking about how we’re here, together, in this moment, I’m in my head a little too much. But I’m making progress. I’m getting there.
I bring my hands to his shoulders and use them for leverage as I ride him again and again.
Taking him deeper, shifting my hips, trying different speeds and pressures and sensations.
Until it's just right.
I stay like that, as my orgasm builds. It feels good, but I need more. So, I bring my hand to my clit, and I rub myself as I ride him.