Families and Other Nonreturnable Gifts by Claire Lazebnik

Author:Claire Lazebnik
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781455505500
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

11.

I’m twenty-five years old. I’ve only ever slept with one man, which maybe isn’t such a remarkable fact. Lots of twenty-five-year-old girls have probably only slept with one guy.

Well, some anyway.

But I’ve also only ever kissed one guy on the lips.

Only one guy’s hand has ever crept under my top, down my jeans, cupped me anywhere, nestled under my hair, held my jaw and pulled my mouth open to his, stroked me, touched me, entered me, felt me, known me.

Until now.

I think about that briefly, about how the only other guy who’s ever touched me is Tom, the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, but the transient Should I think about this more? moment quickly disappears in a rush of other sensations. Jacob feels so foreign on top of me, so new and different. It’s exciting. I want to think about that. I’m wild with curiosity, each new type of contact making me wonder what the next will feel like.

Tom’s lips are thick. When he kisses me, I feel like my mouth is losing some kind of war with his. He sucks at my lips, absorbs them, surrounds them. Jacob’s kisses are completely different. As wild as his sudden attack on me was, the kisses that follow are gentle and tentative. I feel like I should give him some encouragement, so I tongue his mouth open, and that seems to give him the confidence to use his own tongue, which I like, so I respond with even more enthusiasm…and things just keep building from there.

I’m warm with Jacob on top of me, but his weight—so much less than Tom’s—isn’t nearly so heavy as the alcoholic lethargy that’s making my eyelids droop and my limbs swoon into the sofa. My arms, my legs, my neck, my feet, my captive hands—they’re all quiet for now, but my mouth is wide awake, and my breasts and hips are eagerly arching up toward him. I don’t feel like I’m in control of those parts of my body. They’re doing what they want.

I’m not sure I’m in control of anything at this moment. Maybe I started this, but now Jacob’s taken the lead, and he’s surprisingly strong for someone so slender. He’s still got my arms pinned, and his legs are lying along the whole length of mine so I can’t move those, either.

I’m fine not being in control. I like it.

He rises up a fraction of an inch and then lets his thighs settle back on me; my hips rise up to grind against his, and even though we both still have our jeans on, he groans. It’s an animalistic sound, not consciously formed, not knowingly uttered. The sound of it unhinges me, and I make my own involuntary noise, low in my throat.

It’s like we’re having a dialogue on some basic, animalistic level, and it’s almost funny—it is funny—but I have no desire to laugh, not when he’s so deathly earnest, not when I’m so desperately aroused.

He finally releases my arms and rolls sideways—but only so he can unbutton my top.

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