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Now let’s read what Sable has to say about the need to communicate.
Communication in the Bedroom
I am a sex therapist. I didn’t know that – but I have been told that I am. At least a half a dozen times in the last few months, readers have either stopped me in the streets or emailed me that my books – especially my sex scenes – have rejuvenated their marriage and their sexuality. Wow! Maybe I need to reread them, I need rejuvenating. The last time it happened was just this morning. And I have to tell you, it’s good to hear.
Actually, this morning I was lying in bed thinking about hanging up my hoe. It seems like I don’t have enough time in my life to do anything exactly the way it should be done. My house isn’t the cleanest in the world. My family needs more attention than I give them. Even my dog is complaining that I don’t spend enough time with him in recreational activities – (he’s a master at non-verbal communication). I’m behind in my writing. My current WIP was supposed to come out in early spring and I’ve dallied with it for months because my hero is such an arrogant rascal that I can’t get him to behave. He keeps doing plot twists that I don’t anticipate and misbehaving so much that I’ve considered killing him off (I’m kidding for all of you out there who are waiting on Joseph’s story.) No, seriously – what with promoting and editing – writing is what gets put on the back burner. And I need to get off my duff and write. Because I got this sweetest note this morning from a reader who literally lifted me out of my doldrums and gave me a new lease on life.
Just this week, I have had two readers report that they had passed my books on to their husbands. One reader said that they were using my scenes sorta like an inspirational erotic manual – I can see it now – Sable’s Sexual Sessions for Sensual Satisfaction. My heroines have issues – body image issues, insecurities, they battle disease or handicaps – even (like T-R-O-U-B-L-E) abuse. I write about women who have real problems, yet they find an incredible man who can love them above all else. So, it heartens me to find that real women are taking my writing and working through their own issues with their husbands and rediscovering that sex for them can be amazing. It’s all about communication.
Personally, I can vouch that it’s hard to tell your sexual partner what you want or how you want it. In real life, men aren’t perfect. When I create them on paper – these guys have it going on – most of the time – wait till you read the excerpt below. But in my experience, men aren’t perfect. I’m going to confess here – but I am generous in bed. I love to please my man and have no problem giving them what they need – orally and otherwise. But it has been my misfortune to hook up with guys who were less into giving than receiving – if you know what I mean. And I have put up with it, when what I should have done was ask for what I wanted.
Many times we misinterpret sexual signals in bed. The lack of communication can lead us down paths of hurt feelings, blows to our self-confidence and misunderstandings that carryover from the bedroom to other parts of our life. Hence, (don’t you love that word) hence, being honest about what we want and how we feel is essential. That’s why it gratifies me to know that readers out there are taking my humble writings and using them to enhance their intimate dealings with their partners.
Cooper, in T-R-O-U-B-L-E, is a virtual innocent. She is insecure and convinced that she is not desirable. So, when Ky reacts in a certain way to her sexual endeavors – she misinterprets and is devastated – – – let’s read.
He watched her square her shoulders, strengthening herself to say whatever it was that haunted her. “Kissing wasn’t all we didn’t do. We didn’t do a lot of things. My husband and I didn’t make love.”
“God, I’m sorry, Cooper. Was he sick or something?”
“Yes. No. Some of it was his fault, but not all of it was. Some of it was mine.” She hid her face in her hands. “Ky, the reason I stopped you when you started to take it past kissing was I didn’t want you to realize the truth about me.”
“And what do you think that truth is, Cooper? Why would you think Richard’s problem could have anything to do with you?”
Again, she turned toward him and pressed her face into the muscles of his chest. “Ky, what I was trying to avoid telling you is this. I’m really, really bad in bed.”
Cooper had envisioned many responses Ky might give to her announcement. But none of them even came close to the response she got. She had just informed him she was bad in bed, and he was laughing. Laughing! Cooper didn’t know whether to be hurt or furious. So, she decided to be both. Balling up her little fist, she punched him as hard as she could in the rock wall of his chest. “You’re laughing! Why are you laughing? I just told you the second most horrible secret of my life and you’re laughing?”
Ky stilled both of her fists in his hands and held them. He swooped in and captured her lips with his own. After he had kissed her thoroughly, he rubbed his nose against her, giving her an Eskimo kiss. “Because that’s the most absurd thing I have ever heard. There is no way in hell you could be bad in bed, sweetheart. You kissed me tonight like a little wildcat. You are full of passion. I can’t wait to teach you just how good in bed you are.”
“Ky. Listen to me. I failed Sex 101. Richard was, uh, popular with the women. Or, at least, he told me he was. He once said he could get it up for every woman in town but me. Besides, he told me why he couldn’t…” This was the worst part. The reason she had to stop their intimacy before it went any further.
“Why? Cooper, men are impotent for many reasons. There was no way it was your fault.” Cooper sat up in his lap, put her arms around his neck, and held on tight.
“Richard told me over and over again. He would undress me and then he would—he said he couldn’t make love to me because my body disgusted him. He said I was repulsive.”
Ky pulled her arms from around his neck. At first, Cooper thought he was about to thrust her from him, push her out of his lap and be on his way. But he didn’t. He held her shoulders and met her gaze directly. “Tell me what he didn’t like about your body, Cooper. Tell me exactly.”
“No, Ky.” Cooper squirmed in his lap. She couldn’t do this. “I’m too embarrassed. It’s one thing to have faults, it’s another to have to spell them out to a gorgeous man I’m attracted to.”
“You’re attracted to me?” Again, with the smile that caused the sun to rise and the birds to sing.
“You know I am.” She had a defeated tone to her voice Ky couldn’t stand to hear.
“Tell me, Cooper. Tell me exactly what that ignorant man said to you.”
Cooper closed her eyes and let out a long breath. “He said my hips were too wide. I’ve tried and tried to reduce them, but my hipbones are right here.” She touched the protruding bones to show him their width could not be reduced. Ky let go of one her hands, so he could grasp her butt and pull her closer to him.
“Ridiculous. You have a perfect hourglass figure. Here, wrap your legs around my waist.” He turned her to face him. This new position opened her to him; her soft, hot center was pressed right up against his iron hard length. “Tell me what else he said.”
“My waist is too thick.”
Ky put both hands around her waist. “Wrong. Look, my fingers almost touch. Anything else?”
“And my breasts are too big.”
Those hands of his had come full circle. Once more, they were at the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it. “Cooper, your breasts are not too big. Besides, that’s like saying you have too much money, or too much cheese. I like cheese, and I like money, but I love your breasts.” He had hoped to make her laugh, but she looked so sad.
“Cooper, listen to me. I know what your husband’s problem was.” She looked up at him, anxious to hear what he had to say. “It’s simple. The only way a man could say the words you quoted were if he found all women’s bodies repulsive. Cooper, your husband couldn’t admit it to you, or probably to himself. But, I think he was gay.”
“No,” she said emphatically. “Richard was a playboy. He slept with many women. He wasn’t gay. It was me. I’m heavy. My hips are too wide, and my breasts are too big. His friends and his brother told me the same thing. And I have a mirror, Ky. And eyes. I can see myself.”
“You see what you have been trained to see. Now, listen to me.” He stroked the velvety smoothness of her middle, not moving up, yet. “Cooper, I can’t wait to see you naked. I have had my hands all over you. Your body is beyond perfect. It is delectable. I haven’t been privileged to see the color of your nipples or feel the full weight of your breasts in my hands, but I can see their shape through this thin little shirt. And baby, they are out of this world. Breasts are my downfall, darling, and yours are magnificent. In a few minutes, I am going to take this shirt off you, and I’m going to pet them and suck on them for hours. Will you let me do that?”
He felt her surrender, as the tenseness left her body. She nodded her head shyly in agreement to his request. Ky shifted her off his lap, thanking the Lord for the long sectional sofa that would provide an adequate playground for them. Before he began, he looked around for the animals. The cats were in a pile under the dining room table, fast asleep, and the two dogs had taken up guard duty by the back door, apparently waiting for the skunk to return. Cooper looked at him expectantly, seemingly waiting to see what he would do. To his surprise, she clasped the hem of her camisole, slowly pulled it over her head, revealing the lacy bra cupping her generous breasts.
Ky groaned. “Lay down on the couch, baby.” He didn’t want to go too fast, but he hungered for skin on skin contact. Hastily, he removed his boots, socks, and shirt, before lying down beside her. He didn’t take off his jeans. They were both fully clothed from the waist down, and she still wore her bra. She was trembling, but so was he. He knelt down beside the couch, just looking at her.
Cooper was so excited she couldn’t stand it. This magnificently beautiful man was about to lie down beside her and touch her body. “Oh, Ky. You are the one with the perfect body.” She ran her hands over his chest, which was dusted with crisp, brown hair. For a moment, Ky closed his eyes, savoring her touch. Her nipples were on full alert, Ky watched as they beaded in anticipation of what was about to happen. He knew she wanted it, craved it, but this was uncharted territory for her.
The clock chimed eleven. Then quiet. There was no noise, except for their breathing.
She scooted back against the couch, giving him as much room as possible. Stretching out beside her, Ky lay on his side, facing her. “Don’t be nervous, baby. This is going to feel so good for you, I promise. And you’re going to enjoy it as much as I will.” Pulling her close, he nudged one of his legs between hers, and clasped her behind the knee, guiding her leg up over his hip. When he had finished, their bodies were nestled intimately together.
“Just last night, I lay in my bed so very lonely.” She touched his forehead, teasing a lock of his light brown hair. “I thought of you.” A small laugh escaped her throat. “Do you know that I watch for you when I drive by your house, hoping I will see you?”
He held her close and feathered little kisses all over her face. Soft. Sweet. His breathing was coming a little faster. “Yeah. And I would watch you go by. I had worked out this whole fantasy in my mind about who you were and what you looked like…” He took her bottom lip in his mouth and nibbled on it, laving it with his tongue.
“I used to imagine what we would do together. When you walked into my life, I was floored. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. I can’t tell you how hard it was to hold myself back. And when I found out you were my mystery woman, Cooper—you’ll never know what that did to me. Right from the start, it seemed as if I knew you—that we could skip the preliminaries. I guess you’ve noticed how I talk to you; the sweethearts, loves, babes. Cooper, I don’t talk like this. I have never spoken to another woman like this. But with you, I can’t help it.” All the time he was talking, he was stealing kisses, drawing designs on her skin with his fingers, getting her ready for his loving.
Slowly, he slipped one hand to her back and released the clasp on her bra. Cooper’s breath hitched in her throat. “I love how you talk to me. It makes me feel safe.” Ky didn’t stop to analyze her statement, his eyes were on what he was unveiling. He scooted himself down on the couch, until his face was even with her breasts.
“Oh, Cooper,” he breathed reverently. “You are so beautiful.” Ky couldn’t help himself; he enfolded her in his embrace and pressed his face to her breasts, kissing the side of one and then the side of the other then trailing his tongue down the tender valley. Her breasts were just right, probably a C cup. They were perfectly proportioned to her body; full, round and aching for his touch. Even though his attention was fully focused on the pleasurable task before him, Ky was aware her little hand was stroking his shoulder and his arm, wanting as much contact as he did. He looked up at her face to see her eyes were closed, but her lips were parted and the pink tip of her tongue was playing along her upper lip. He smiled. Cooper was getting into this.
“Your nipples are like sweet, tight, little raspberries.” Ky hadn’t touched them with his lips yet, he was building up to that. Right now, he was delighting himself in cupping, molding, massaging, and teasing the tantalizing globes. Cooper arched her back, pushing the soft mounds deeper into his hands. “Does that feel good, love?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “It makes me want…it makes me want…”
“It makes you want what, doll?” Gradually, he worked his way to her nipples. Softly, he circled one nipple, coming closer and closer to the center. He watched it pout and pucker as if reaching up for a kiss.
“I want…” She moaned when he took both nipples between his fingers and began to rub and pull gently. “I want…” Cooper gasped for breath as he milked the tight buds and the fevered areola in a rhythmical motion that caused her hips to lift in supplication. “Oh, Ky, you don’t know—I can’t tell you—that feels…incredible.”
“I bet I can make it feel even better.” He began kissing the upper swells of her breasts, still playing with her nipples. Cooper had wound her fingers in his hair and was kissing the top of his head while making little happy noises in her throat. Then he took them both to the next level. Opening his mouth, he sighed as he finally let himself feast on her nipples. He groaned at their sweetness. First one. Then the other.
“God, Ky.” Cooper cried out at the sensual assault. “Open your mouth wider, baby. Take more of me in. Suck harder!” Ky couldn’t help but laugh. Cooper had lost her inhibitions. He lifted up a silent prayer of thanks as he obeyed her every command.
Something was happening. Ky’s mouth was taking her to heights of ecstasy she had not even known existed. Tightness was building in her sex; desire was spiraling out beyond her control. Heat was spreading up from between her legs. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. She wanted to move, she wanted to push upward. She wanted to scream.
So she did.
A climax hit Cooper so hard every cell in her body sparked with electricity. Wave after wave of white-hot delight billowed outward from the molten core between her legs. She felt her hips jerk spasmodically, and Ky held her tight, his body moving against hers, as he continued to suckle at her breasts. “I never knew, Ky. I had no idea.”
Cooper wasn’t the only one surprised at the pleasure. He had done something he had never done before.
Kyler Landon had come in his skivvies.
When Cooper had come apart in his arms, making those sexy little sounds, he had exploded in his shorts. Without a touch. Without any physical stimulation at all.
She scooted down on the couch until she found his mouth. She kissed him softly, solemnly, as if sealing a promise. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“And you thought you were bad in bed.” Their faces were close. She watched as his jade green eyes crinkled with humor. “Babe, you came just from my mouth on your breasts. Do you know how rare that is?”
He didn’t reveal his own over-excitability.
“Another confession, Ky. I’ve never come at all, before. That was my first orgasm.” Her voice was soft and low, creating an intimacy between them that nailed his heart to the wall.
“Never? Not even by yourself?”
“No, not even by myself. I’ve tried, I just couldn’t.” She spoke to him in low tones, as if sharing her most precious secret. Soon, she would tell him about the therapy, about everything.
Ky wanted nothing more than to begin again and show her more of the wonders of lovemaking, but he didn’t want her to know he had completely lost control. He needed to ease out, before she became any the wiser.
Cooper had other ideas, however. Coming out of the rapturous bliss of her first orgasmic experience, she was in the mood to share. For the first time, she wanted to place her hand on a man’s rock-hard penis. When she reached for him, the man in question evaded her exploring hand. “Cooper, wait,” he moaned.
“Is it okay? Do you mind if I touch you?” Without waiting for his consent, Cooper’s hands were busy on his belt buckle.
Ky’s voice came out harsher than he intended. “Stop! No, Cooper…” He angled himself back, away from her.
“Please? I want to give you pleasure. I may not do it exactly right, but I’d like to try.”
It didn’t take but a second or two for Cooper to realize their love making session had come to an abrupt end.
“Not tonight, sweetheart. I need to go home. We’ll do more later, I promise.” He didn’t know why he was so embarrassed, but he was.
Cooper couldn’t believe he was backing away from her. She had mistakenly thought she would be as free to touch his body as he been to touch hers. Apparently not. What had she done wrong? It had been perfect for her, but obviously not for him.
“Oh.” That was all Cooper said. She sat up, still bare-breasted, and pulled her legs up in front of her, providing cover for her nakedness.
Ky scrambled around putting on his socks and boots. He stood and reached for his shirt. “I had a great time, Cooper. I’ll call you tomorrow about our dinner plans.”
“Sure. I understand.” She lowered her head. He was rejecting her too. The only difference was – Ky was being nice about it. It hurt just the same. Stoically, she looked up, her mask back in place. “Thank you anyway, Ky. It was wonderful.”
Ky leaned down and kissed her. But it was quick.
Cooper didn’t walk him out. And this time, he didn’t look back.
Good Gracious! Ky slapped his Stetson against his thigh. That was a first! Cooper had looked a bit disappointed, and she probably was–disappointed in him. Lord, if Ty ever found out–what a disaster that would be. The Landon twins had a reputation among the ladies for their stamina and their sensual technique and if his twin found out that he had shot his wad in his shorts–well, he’d never live it down—that was for sure. Opening the back seat of his double cab truck, he took out some towelettes and a rag to get the majority of cum off his skin.
Climbing in the front seat, he looked back toward the cabin. God, he had hated to leave her. He still couldn’t believe how responsive she was. All he had done was suck on her nipples and she had sparkled like fireworks on a hot July night.
Whew! Ky laughed as he cleaned himself up. Good thing he hadn’t been trying to actually make love to Cooper. What a macho idiot he had been coaxing Cooper back into the world of sex and sensuality, yet unable to maintain an erection any longer than a randy teenager. He had been so friggin’ excited. The lovely Cooper and her luscious breasts. Great! He looked down. Now, he was getting hard.
Well, he had every intention of making it up to her. Tonight. He would order her the biggest bouquet of yellow roses he could find and treat her to a nice dinner and a bottle of champagne. And later, he would love her all night long.
Pulling an afghan off the back of the couch, Cooper covered up her head and lay right where he had left her. For a little while, her life had been wonderful. But she had let her emotions get out of hand. Thinking back, she remembered how she had lost it when Ky had kissed her breasts. She had begged, demanded and, in general, went out of her mind. How he must have laughed at her!
Cooper’s face burned at the memory of her reaching for him and him nearly breaking his neck getting out of the way. Richard had been right. She was repulsive. She had to give Ky credit; however, he had managed to play along for a good while. Long enough for her to feel things she had never felt before. She couldn’t be angry with him. It wasn’t his fault; it was just the way things were. The way she was. Unlovable.
One by one, the kittens crawled up on the couch and lay at her feet. The dogs stationed themselves on the floor at her side. Finally, she slept.
The next morning, she tried to concentrate on an order that had to be filled for the boutique, The Wild, Wild, West. They had requested silver necklaces with gemstone stations. Cooper had added small birds also made from different gemstones to make them one of a kind. Working methodically, she completed twelve before noon. Food hadn’t interested her, but she had managed to clean up the kitchen and everything she had left out from the dinner she had share with Ky the night before.
He hadn’t called. But, then, she hadn’t really expected him to. He had made it pretty clear he had changed his mind about wanting to be with her. Cooper’s nerves couldn’t take staying in the house, listening for a phone that wasn’t going to ring, so she decided to spend the afternoon outside. The weather was incredible and the dogs were feeling their oats. They ran after every leaf and every scent. The kittens stayed closer to the front, but they frolicked in the grass underneath the spreading pecan.
Not too far behind the hunting cabin, a stream meandered through the pines. Fairy moss covered the banks, creating a scene that made Cooper think of her childhood and the afternoons she had spent hunting crawdads on the banks of a narrow creek that had cut through her family’s land. Finding a clean place to sit, she watched the dogs splash through the shallow water as they chased dragonflies.
Back at her house, the phone rang and rang.
Reservations had been made at the best restaurant the area had to offer. East Texas wasn’t exactly the culinary capital of the world, but Ky had found somewhere they could have good food and still have some privacy. He had tried to call Cooper at least a half dozen times, but she wasn’t answering. He tried to remember if he had reminded her of their date before he left so hurriedly the night before. Surely, she hadn’t forgotten. Hopefully, she was as excited about it as he was.
Ky wasn’t a suit and tie type of guy. So, here he was in black dress jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a black jacket. This was dressed up for Ky. He felt a little like Johnny Cash.
Making a trip into town to the florist, he made good on his intentions and bought every yellow rose they had. The lemon yellow blooms were his absolute favorite. He hoped Cooper would like them. Crap! Checking his pocket watch, Ky realized that he was ready way too early.
Trying to kill time, he plopped on the couch to watch a little TV. The first program he settled on was one of those mindless reality shows, which would do. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and got amused at the idiots trying to race around the globe to win a million dollars. But the first commercial they cut to was for a free form bra. It was only a hop, skip, and a jump from that little bit of lace to luscious Cooper’s tits. So, he switched the channel.
Crossing one custom booted foot over the other, Ky tried to contain the burgeoning hard-on that had sprung up at his lascivious thoughts. Switching the channel, he found a thriller. Leaning his head back, he tried to get his mind off sex—nothing doing. The next commercial was for those his and hers lotions that stimulate sexual arousal. Hell! After about fifteen minutes, he gave up and headed to Cooper’s. It was just too hard to stay away.
There was no mistaking the sound of that engine. The moment she heard it, everything within her wanted to race up the hill and run straight into his arms. But the events of the night before kept her gait to a slow, hesitant walk. She heard the truck door slam, and a few seconds later, he began to knock on her door.
The dogs barked in answer and took off to welcome one of their favorite people in the whole world. Cooper was so nervous, her stomach was churning. When he walked around the side of the cabin and their eyes met, her mouth went as dry as the Sahara.
“Baby, is something wrong?”
The huge bouquet of long-stemmed yellow roses that he held in his hand was impressive, but not nearly as impressive as he was. She ate him up with her eyes. Dressed all in black, he was the ultimate bad-boy, every girl’s wet dream, pure man-candy. He took her breath away. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly turned her back to him; she couldn’t bear for him to see her cry.
She heard his footsteps. He walked up to her, gently laying the bouquet on the ground at her feet. Putting his arms around her waist, he pulled her back against him. “I’m here to take you to dinner. You didn’t forget, did you?”
“I didn’t expect to see you again,” she spoke slowly.
His hands moved up, cupping her breasts, massaging her gently through her bra. All she could do was gasp; just that quickly he had her mindless with desire.
“How could you think that, Cooper? There isn’t anything on God’s green earth that could have kept me away.” Insistently, he caressed her, wordlessly reminding her of the bliss they had shared. Surrendering, she laid her head back on his shoulder, and her hips pressed back into his groin. “That’s my baby.” Kissing the side of her neck, he let his hands slide back to her waist. “I’d better stop this, or I’ll be right back where I was when I left last night.” Cooper had no idea what he was talking about.
He stepped in front of her and pushed her hair back over her shoulders. “Talk to me, love. Why would you think I wasn’t coming back? Didn’t you enjoy yourself last night?”
“Of course, I did. But you didn’t.” Raising her eyes to his, she pointed out the obvious. “You couldn’t get out of here fast enough. When I tried to touch you, you couldn’t stand my hands on you.”
He didn’t even let her finish speaking. “No, no, no, baby, no.” Taking both of her hands in his, he held her still. “You don’t understand. I should have explained, but I was embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?” He was right, she didn’t understand. “Why would you have been embarrassed?”
Ky began to smile. Hell, she was more important than his damn pride. “Cooper, when I was sucking at your breasts and you came, making those sweet little sounds—I lost control.” He whispered in her ear. “You excited me so much, I came in my shorts.”
“You had an orgasm?” She smiled. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“A man likes to think he can go all night long, Cooper. Giving his woman pleasure, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. I didn’t want you to know I hadn’t even lasted ten minutes. It’s been quite a while since I made love to a woman and never to anyone as sexy and desirable as you.” He cradled her to him. “You are so precious.”
“Ky, you could have told me. I wouldn’t have cared. I would have been happy just holding your hand. You see, I thought maybe you had discovered Richard was right, that I was…”
Pulling her to him, he fitted their bodies together. “You were perfect. I have never experienced such a sweet surrender. Your nipples were like candy in my mouth. Cooper, last night meant more to me than you could possibly know.”
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