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“You really want me to ask?” Her eyes narrow ever so slightly.
“Only because I’m dying to know your answers.”
“My answers?”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I thought you liked it when I beg.”
“Oh, love, you have no idea how much I like that shit. Not to mention when you go to your knees for me.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t ask then.” She gives a playful huff and twists away. I grab her arm and spin her back around to face me.
“You’re dying to tell me.” I poke her in the arm.
“You mean you’re dying to tell me,” she counters. The woman definitely doesn’t give in easily; makes me work for it.
I love that.
“No. I said what I meant. You desperately want me to know how old you were when you had your first kiss.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes at my antics and is gracious enough to play along. “How old were you when you had your first kiss?”
“And here I thought you were going to beg.”
“I’ll beg for sex, not for answers to my questions.”
“That’s fair, but be warned.”
“Of?”
“I’m going to enjoy making you beg to come. I’m going to tease, torment, and make you grovel for the pleasure.”
“Promises, promises.” She shakes her head and looks away.
“I think we should shake on that.” I hold out my hand. To my intense surprise, she takes it and shakes it.
Holy delicious wow. We’re going to have so much fun.
“Now, tell me about your first kiss.” There’s her fire. Damn, this woman is fucking phenomenal.
“I was not the prepubescent boy of ten, like you think. I actually didn’t have my first kiss until I was a sophomore in high school.”
“Really? What happened? You had all that porn. Surely you were interested? What happened to curb your curiosity?”
“My mother found me with Dad’s porn.” I dip my head and tuck my chin to my chest. “She gave me a lecture about swapping spit and viruses. How slobbery kisses led to mono and herpes and other things no young boy wants any part of. My mother effectively kept me from exploring my burgeoning sexual development using fear as her weapon. Very smart woman.”
I really like this. We’re still talking about sex. Haven’t moved too far from what drew us together, but it’s a step forward sharing our lives, and a fun one at that.
There’s no rush to go back at it all hot and heavy. I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but it’s so much better getting to know the woman who defies everything I know about today’s modern woman.
She’s fully embraced her sexuality and there’s no apology for it. I like that. I love her honesty. It’s refreshing, intriguing, and tantalizing.
“Damn, that is not what I was expecting.” Barbi takes a sip of her wine, and I can’t help the physical reaction to watching the way her lips rim that glass.
Lucky wine glass.
“Well, we know you blew what’s-his-name at prom, and lost your virginity, but when did you have your first kiss?”