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“It’s different,” he said. “You might not … like it.”

In answer, she ran her hand down the length of him, closed it around him the way he’d shown her, and said, “Oh, I think I’ll like it. Come on, Owen. Let me do it.”

In answer, his heart pounded some more. And when she started up again? When he had both hands around her head and was groaning out her name? She didn’t let him go. And she didn’t stop. She took him in, and he’d swear she loved it.

His last coherent thought was,I need to come inside you, though. I need to … do what I want. I need to …

After that, he didn’t have any more coherent thoughts.

13

The Snow Goose Doesn’t Bathe

He was a happy man.

Dyma said, once she’d kissed her way up his body again, once his arm was around her and her head was on his chest, “I wasn’t expecting that to feel good.” At his laugh, she said, “I mean, for me. To do it.”

He lifted his head. “Yeah? It did?”

“It was so hot,” she said, “knowing I was doing it to you. You know what I mean?”

He couldn’t have stopped smiling if he’d tried. “Yeah. I know.”

“It sucks, though,” she said. “Oh, wait. See what I did there? Ha. Anyway, too bad we couldn’t do the whole penis-in-vagina thing, huh?”

She said it brightly. Possibly brittlely. He said, “Hey. Come up here.” When she wriggled her way up, he kissed her, slow and sweet, until he felt the tension leave her. “We’re going to get there,” he promised her. “We’ll take it slow, that’s all. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Well, yeah, I did. Obviously.” She moved over onto her back, like she was getting some distance. “I mean, who can’t have vaginal intercourse? Is that even athinganymore? Ugh. What if I have some kind of vaginal malformation? Also, I guess anal’s out.”

“Dyma.” He wasn’t letting her get that distance. He pulled her back over instead and settled her against his body. “Sure, it’s a thing. I’m guessing plenty of couples have to take it slow. And obviously, size matters. Not always in a good way, I guess. I’m big, and you’re not.”

“So are we just, like, doomed?” she asked. Still too brightly.

He stroked a hand over her shoulder, down her back. “Nope. I’m going to fit. You’ll see. We just have to get you a little more relaxed, that’s all. Maybe get some fingers in there, do some … stretching.” He sighed. “Yeah. I can see that working, and I won’t exactly hate being the one who gets you ready. I’m guessing there are things you can do to practice, too.”

“Like a dildo, you mean,” she said, as if she were determined not to be embarrassed. “A big one.”

“Well, yeah. That would be one thing.”

“Owen. I’m going to be in adorm.Three people in a room. I don’t think pulling out my enormous vibrating purple dildo is going to go over real well. ‘What’s that noise?’ ‘Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just drying my hair over here! In the dark!’”

He laughed. “All right, scratch the vibrating dildo. Guess we’ll have to try patience instead.”

“No,” she said. “I’ll look it up, because I’m going to do it next time. There have to be exercises. There are exercises for everything, right?”

“Yep.” He kissed the top of her head. Hair as fine and pale as corn silk. She was like a fairy, was what it was. Made so delicately, you were a little afraid you’d break her. That tough mind in that fragile little body … it was hot as hell. He decided not to tell her so. Wouldn’t go over well, not when she wanted to be a badass. He’d just enjoy his fairy quietly. “But, hey,” he told her, “oral sex isn’t exactly terrible.”

She turned around, got over him, and propped her forearms on his chest, so that fairy-face was looking into his. He had to stroke a hand down her back to her ass, then, and hold her there. No choice.

“Is it as good?” she asked. “Because when you do it to me, it feelsgreat.I mean,great.But I don’t have anything to compare it to.”

Not the conversation you imagined having, but again—he’d take it. With Dyma, there was no such thing as “not open to discussion.” He said, “It’s different, that’s all. Lots of sensation, but there’s something about being inside a woman that’s …”

She sighed. “Yeah. That’s how I feel, too. I mean, practically speaking, obviously oral sex is going to feel better to me, because, hello, clitoris? But having you inside me would feel …”

“Yeah,” he said. “That.”

He was heaving a sigh of relief at having got through that without any minefields when she said, “So there’s no sort of … dominance aspect to oral sex that makes it better?”