Page 55 of That's Amore


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She laughs softly, kisses my forehead, inhales deeply, and my body rises with hers. Her exhale is complete contentment. Don’t ask me how I know that, but I do. I’m sure of it as she squeezes me more tightly to her.

“We were pretty incredible together,” she says, almost in wonder.

“You’ll get no argument from me,” I say. “I made sounds I’ve never made before.”

She laughs again. “Tell me about your worst sexual experience.”

“Worst?”

A nod. “And we don’t count. Just in case it was terrible and you’re lying to me.” The twinkle in her eye—that I can see even in the growing darkness—tells me she’s kidding, that she knows just how mind-blowing we were.

“Hmm…” I purse my lips in thought. “I think I’d have to go with my very first girlfriend.”

“Really? Your first time was your worst?”

“Well, let me elaborate. I saw her for, I don’t know, less than a year. Ten months? Young love, you’re all in, nothing can compare, all that. Right?” Marina nods and I go on. “She broke up with me for one of our older, mutual friends. Because of course she did. She was my first. I was not her first. And I think she got bored with me fawning all over her.”

“Fawning?”

“Yeah. It means, like, gushing? Being mushy?”

Marina nods her understanding.

“I was kind of weak and timid, but I was in love. And hello? My first lesbian relationship. I had no idea what I was doing. But whatever. She breaks up with me. I’m devastated, like any twenty-year-old after her first lover dumps her for somebody else. And my biggest concern was not only that I’d never love somebody like that again, but that I’d never find anybody who wasthat good in bedagain.” I roll my eyes at myself. “Like, what do I know about good sex at twenty, right?”

Marina laughs softly and pulls me closer. “Aw, poor little freshly out Lily.”

“Yeah, well, the next woman I slept with blew the top of my head off in bed, so I learned pretty quickly that my first girlfriend wasn’t all that.” I look up at her face, marveling at her profile—straight nose, sexy chin. “What about you?”

She narrows her eyes and seems to take a minute to think about it. When it comes to her, she drops her head against the headboard with athunkand groans.

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this,” I say with a grin.

“Okay.” She sits up a little straighter and meets my eyes. “So, I need to start by saying that the sex wasn’t all that bad. Truly. The bad part was…” She searches for the right word—the rightEnglishword. I’ve been around her long enough now to recognize her face when she’s doing that, and it gives me a little thrill that I know her that well. “Her response?” It’s a questionbecause she’s clearly not sure that’s the word she wants, but she launches in.

“This was a few years ago. I met her at a food show in one of the big hotels in the city center. One of my restaurant friends took me so we could see what kind of stuff was out there, what kind of new methods were showing up, that kind of thing. And this woman was there, too. We hit it off, we all went out for drinks at the hotel bar after the show, and one by one, people left, until it was just her and me.”

“Ooh, this is like a movie,” I say, giving a happy little full-body wiggle.

She chuckles. “Well, we both realize we’re attracted to each other. She was not my usual type, but she was intriguing, and I liked her. I don’t do one-night stands very often, but I’m not against them. So, we decide to get a hotel room.”

I nod. I’m not against them either, but I’ve never had one.

“Things start off great. We’re kissing, it’s nice. We undress. She seems to like control, so I let her have that. For a while.” She shoots me a grin that has me instantly wet again, and I poke her.

“Stop that. Story.”

“Right, right. Sorry. So, she—er—takes care of me first and it’s nice. Doesn’t change my life, but it’s nice. I begin to reciprocate and, Lily, when I say she was loud, I do not exaggerate.”

I snort out a laugh. “What?”

She sits up straighter, like she’s preparing to plead her case. “Look, I love some noise. I love knowing what I’m doing is working, yeah? You, my love, were perfect and sexy.” She gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “But this woman? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph”—she crosses herself—“she wasso loud. Before I even did anything! I touched her breast and—” Marina moans, and her volume is comical.

I laugh.

“I run my hand over her hip and—” She does it again, louder this time, and I laugh harder. “I even tried to make it a game.” She lowers her voice to just above a whisper. “ ‘It’s late and there are other people in the building, so you have to be quiet.’ ” My laughter dies in my throat and Jesus Christ, I can feel the warm wetness between my legs just from the sexy pitch of her voice.

I swallow hard. “Yeah, um, that would’ve worked on me. Uh-huh.”