fact, I love sex. I just didn’t have it at the forefront of my brain. “Do you like sex?” I suddenly ask. If she’s going to pelt me with stupid questions, I can at least volley them back.
Her nose bunches up this time. “I like it fine.”
“Just fine?” I watch her face.
She shrugs. “Yeah, just fine.”
Suddenly, I grab her and roll her onto her back, landing on top of her with my weight braced on my elbows. “Abigail Marshall, if you feel so meh about sex, it’s because no one you’ve had sex with has done it right.”
I slip my knee between her thighs and push her legs apart, and then settle into the space. The heat from between her legs warms the front of my boxers, and I push the heavy weight of my dick toward her hot core. She freezes.
“You’ve barely even kissed me before now,” she says, suddenly breathless.
“Do you want to be kissed?” I press my lips to the tip of her nose. She scrunches her face up.
“Yes, I do,” she whispers. She holds on to my upper arms, her fingers digging into my skin all of a sudden.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” I saw with a chuckle.
“I don’t really care,” she replies. “Do you?”
“Nope.”
And I kiss her. I try for a tentative meeting of lips, but Abigail opens her mouth and her tongue touches mine, and I nearly lose all control. My dick, which was threatening to push past the waistband of my boxers, now does so, and I can feel the ridges of the elastic and feel the satiny softness of her panties against the tender skin.
Her tongue is not tentative. She kisses like she does everything else. She kisses me like she wants me, and when she rocks her hips, my dick moves against her panties and I have to lift my head, panting, trying to hold back an orgasm. She hasn’t even touched me yet. I’ve barely touched her. And I’m already on the brink.
Fuck, I’m fucking this up.
“It has been five very long years,” I say as I bury my face against her neck and try to hold still.
“I…um…I’m not quite ready…” Her voice is tentative.
“I’m not either.” I lift my head to stare into her eyes. “But I really want to get ready. With you. You want to get ready with me?”
She lays her hand over her eyes, her palm pressing against them. “I need a few days.”
“Oh, are you…?” I leave the question hanging there. I assume she’s on her period.
“No, nothing like that. I just need a few days.” She hides her face against the side of my arm.
“I didn’t plan for this morning to go like this,” I admit. “But then you had to go and tell me that you just sorta kinda maybe a little tiny bit like sex, and it made me wonder why no one has ever made you scream and cry out and swear you see God. Have you ever seen God during sex, Abigail?” I bite back the chuckle that is brewing inside me.
She shakes her head and chews on her lower lip. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen God during sex, no.” She looks so disappointed that it makes me laugh, and that chuckle finally leaks out. “Stop laughing. It’s not funny,” she replies, her voice petulant. She shoves me. “You can get off me now.” But a stupid smile breaks across her face too.
I roll off her, and then immediately pull her so that she’s on top of me. She doesn’t protest as I arrange her legs on each side of my hips.
“Sex should be a religious experience, Abigail,” I say. I brush back the hair that’s falling in her face so I can stare into her eyes.
“You make it sound like so much more than it is,” she says, as she looks up at me with her chin against my chest. She’s poking me with it, but I don’t want to move her. I want her to stay exactly where she is.
“When we get to do it, it’ll be amazing.” I pull her up so I can kiss her quickly, and then she falls back against my chest.
“I like sex,” she says. “But the seeing God part…I think you’re lying about that.”
“Challenge accepted,” I say. I squeeze her in a hug.
“You had better deliver.”
“Whenever you’re ready.” I rock my hips beneath her, and she sighs against my chest. “So why all the questions about sex?”