I try the move again, withdrawing and rocking back, wiggling my butt in a way I hope is enticing. But I believe him—this is a judgment-free zone, and that thought alone provides confidence. Knowing I can try things I’ve never been brave enough to try is freeing.
He places one hand flat on my lower back, but he lets me do all the work, and I practice rocking back and forth on him.
He shudders, then whispers a curse.
“How is it?” I ask, glancing back at him, suddenly needing some reassurance.
“Uh, you’re doing good.” His voice is impossibly tight, and something tells me I’m doing better than good.
Deep satisfaction rises inside me and I let go, f*****g him faster, pushing my ass back to take him deep again and again. The unintended consequence is that I stop thinking so much and just fe
