Chapter 22
Elene
How am I supposed to tell him? He probably wouldn't even believe me.
He lets my tears get his shirt wet, granting me a few moments of comfort in his embrace while I try to get my composure. I don't even know what's wrong with me.
Yes, he made the impossible happen. Yes, he made me come, and with such force and within such a short time that even I have trouble believing it actually happened.
Yes, he was the first one to ever do it.
But still. All of that doesn't explain the overwhelming urge to cry. It must be the tension escaping me. Or maybe it really is hormones.
Even I don't believe that.
"Elene."
His voice pulls me back to reality, forcing me to face not only the consequences of my sudden fit of weeping, but also the decision I have to make.
He gently pushes me away, putting just enough distance between us so he can tilt my head up to meet his eyes. He looks thoroughly concerned, and it stirs my heart to see him looking at me like that. Like he cares, really cares for me.
"Please tell me what's going on here," he says. "I can't play with you if you break out in tears every time I make you come."
I can't suppress a helpless chuckle. Every time he makes me come? This is going to happen again? Really? Will it happen while he’s fucking me? Is that even possible? I hate that I have no idea what a climax feels like when I have a cock inside me. It's pathetic and embarrassing.
I shake my head. "You wouldn't understand."
"I don't need to understand," he insists. "But I need to know. You're worrying me."
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I'm worrying him. It's been years since I've heard such sweet words from a man.
"It's just..." I stutter, trying to gather the courage to deliver the honesty he keeps asking for. "This was the first time that..."
He furrows his eyebrows when I pause, cocking his head to the side as he tries to figure out what I'm talking about.
"The first time that… what?"
"The first time that... I came."
His eyebrows fly up in disbelief, and the smile that spreads across his face is unlike any I've seen.
"You've never had an orgasm before?" he asks. "I don't believe that."
"Not when a man was involved," I add. "I know how to make myself come, of course... but I've never had an orgasm during sex."
He looks at me with utter disbelief, his eyebrows creasing as he tries to make sense of what I just told him.
"No man has ever made you come?" he says, his voice incredulous.
"No, a man has never made me come."
"But you did just a few minutes ago," he insists. "You just came so hard that you almost fainted."
I look at him, a coy smile playing at my lips. "Yes. Yes, I did."
The expression on his face is hard to read as it shifts back and forth, never settling on either pride or astonishment, and sometimes looking downright confused.
"And that's why you're crying?" he asks. "Because I made you come?"
I shrug. "It may be as simple as that, yes."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Oh, and emotions always make sense to you?" I counter, regretting it a moment later when he jerks up, putting an inch of distance between us that wasn't there before.
Why did I have to say that? Emotions. I know it's a word that makes most men want to run.
"I cried because I was overwhelmed," I explain. "It was a surprise, a beautiful surprise that almost shattered me to pieces because it was so intense. I... had a hard time dealing with it, believing it, for a moment there. Is that better?"
He smiles at me, finally giving me a facial response I can work with.
"I'm glad I could make that happen for you," he says. "Now I just need to know one thing...."
He leans down closer to me and lifts my chin up to face him, moving his face so close that our lips almost meet for a kiss.
"Do you want this to happen again?"