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“Ten?” Her brows lift. “Early bloomer?”
“Guilty as charged. I noticed girls way before the rest of my friends. Watched all the movies, studied all the moves. Found my father’s stack of porn and felt like I’d made the discovery of a lifetime.”
“At ten?”
“Yeah.”
“When did you…” She gives me a look but doesn’t complete her sentence.
“When did I, what? If you want to go rooting around in my past, I’m going to need you to be a bit more specific. And for the record, fair’s fair.”
“We’re keeping a record?” Her voice is light. Playful. She shifts her weight and leans back on the couch.
“You bet,” I reply with a mischievous smile, then lean over and nuzzle her neck. Breathing deep, I flood my senses with everything Barbi and love the way she shivers beneath me. “Now, care to finish your question? And remember, if I tell mine, you have to tell me yours.” I brush her hair back from her face.
“Isn’t that supposed to be if I show you mine, you show me yours?” She raises an eyebrow in amusement and leans closer. Our lips almost touch, but then she playfully pushes me back.
“We’ve already moved way past that step, love. Considering I’ve had mine shoved down, and in, yours.”
“Crass.” She flicks her lids, but it’s all in play.
I doubt there’s much I can do to surprise, or offend, her.
“Accurate. And for the record, you’re incredible when you go to your knees for me.” I savor her little gasp of surprise and love the way she squirms. But I keep things light. “This is different.”
She pauses for a beat before responding. “How so?”
My mouth twitches into a smirk and I make a show of letting my hungry gaze roam boldly over her body. “Because sometimes not fucking can be just as exciting as fucking.”
“I don’t know if I agree with that.” Confusion mars her perfect face, but she catches herself. “Not to stroke your ego—I already know I’m going to regret this—but you’re pretty good when it comes to fucking.”
Deep laughter rumbles through my chest. I’m genuinely surprised and flattered by the compliment.
“Nice to know.” I shrug, trying to make it look like her words have zero effect on me. “Imagine how amazing I’m going to get with a little practice?”
I love this easy back and forth between us, and it’s no lie. I can’t wait to learn more about this stunning woman. Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her head until she looks directly into my eyes.
“I don’t think you need much practice. You’re already a ten out of ten.” There’s that flattery again.
“Same goes for you. That thing you did with the humming really got me going. Felt that in my balls and all the way to my toes. And no gag? Is that natural? Or something you worked on?”
“Hah, now we’re trading sex stories?” She rewards me with an impish grin.
“Technically, we haven’t started. I’m still waiting for you to ask me when I had my first kiss and when I lost my virginity. I just wanted to skip to the good part.”
“My gag reflex?” Her left eyebrow lifts and her eyes spark with mischief.
“Specifically, your lack of a gag reflex?” I watch her intently. Every nuance is a precious revelation about the woman behind the incredible sex.
“You’re incorrigible, you know that, don’t you?” Her retort is playful and light. An easy back and forth flows between us.
“I’ve been told, but you’re stalling.” I tap her shoulder, emphasizing my point.
“Fine. I used to have an overactive gag reflex.” She sighs dramatically for effect.
“Really?” I cock my head to the side, definitely interested now. “But none now. How did you do that?”
“I read up on it.” She shrugs without a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice. Like it’s something everyone would do. She doesn’t know how incredible and unique she is.