She’s breathing hard, and she has thrown an arm over her eyes.
“Mia?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything or move for nearly thirty seconds.
“Oh my God,” she groans.
That’s not a good, happy groan.
I pull my fingers from her sweet pussy and shift, stretching out along her side, running my hand over her hip and squeezing gently.
“Are you okay?” Suddenly, I’m concerned. Is she regretting this? Did I hurt her somehow?
“I have never… I can’t believe…” She moves her hand from her face and looks up at me. “I’m sorry.”
I stare down at her. “Sorry? For what?”
“That I… God, you must think…”
She starts to cover her face again, and I grab her wrist, pulling it away. I lean over her, our gazes locked.
“Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I’ve never come like that. That fast and easy. I’m so sorry. That should’ve lasted longer.”
I feel my eyes widen. “Are you seriously apologizing to me for coming?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and nods. “Yes. God, how embarrassing.”
I reach up and grasp her chin. “Mia, look at me.”
Her eyes open, but she pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
“That was amazing,” I tell her firmly. “I fucking loved that. If you’re telling me that I just made you come more easily than you ever have before, that does nothing but make me happy and, honestly, feel a little cocky.”
She frowns but then laughs lightly. “Really?”
“Are you kidding? Making you feel good like that is everything. There is absolutely nothing for you to apologize for.”
“It’s just been a while,” she says. “And honestly, no one has ever done that to me that easily. It always has to be full-on sex for me to orgasm, and then I usually have to…” Her voice gets quieter. “Help things along.”
I feel my grin grow, and I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. “Not helping the cocky thing at all. I am feeling very good about myself right now.”
Now her laugh is louder and more genuine. “Really? Well, I guess gold star then.”
“Do you really not know that that makes me feel really good?”
“You didn’t get to feel anything,” she protests. “I haven’t even touched you. You don’t even have your shirt off.” She says it slightly outraged, as if she’s just now realizing it. “As a matter of fact, I think you should take your shirt off right now.” Her hands go to the bottom of my T-shirt and start to tug.
I circle her wrists and stretch them back up over her head, pressing them into the mattress. I lean over until our noses are almost touching. “We have plenty of time for all of that. Making you feel good, making you come, that’s what that was all about for me. I’m fine. I am good, in fact. Let’s just take a minute here.”
She pauses, and I hope that my words are sinking in. Finally, she takes a long deep breath and seems to relax against the mattress. I brush her hair back away from her face and then run my hand down her side to her hip, pulling her in against my body. “Just to be very clear,” I say. “I’m having a very good time.”
She laughs. “Me too. Though I feel like it is very clear.”
I chuckle. “Yes. Very clear. And thank you for that.”
I lie looking down at her and feel something warm and strange in my chest.
I have been very fond of women before. I’ve even thought I was in love a couple of times. But everything with Mia feels different. New. Bigger and better.
