Excerpt from Touch
Why am I having sex with him?
Because it’s been two years since I’ve let someone touch me.
Why isn’t it better then?
I wish I was the sort of woman who can give instructions. How hard, how fast, a little to the left… I couldn’t do it when I was married and the two year drought hasn’t changed that fact about me.
I wish I can tell him I’d like him to use his mouth.
Use your mouth…please…right there…
How hard would it be? It’s easy enough for Erik to move his mouth away from my breast, trailing his lips down my stomach, all the way down to that warm little place between my legs where his fingers are currently exploring? The fingers are nice – anything that doesn’t run on a battery is nice – but oh, his mouth would be so much better…
My mouth isn’t moving to say the words and neither is his.