Bitter-Sweet

“My turn.” He groaned and flipped their positions. Lia gasped as her back hit the bed and stared up at him. His face was squeezed but she knew he wasn’t angry, rather he was in pain, the bittersweet kind.

Lia moaned as he traced her body with his tongue. “How did I do?” She asked, stopping his movements and he glared at her. She shrugged. “Answer the question.”

“You did fantastic, babe.” Fernando groaned, wanting to get back to his business. Her lips were calling out to him. Why was she stopping him?

Lia snorted and made a move to stand up. “You’re just saying that, aren’t you?”

Fernando ran a hand over his face and sighed. Now he understood. This was her first time doing this so of course she wanted to know how she had fared. He looked at her, a smile on his face. Her eyes were curious as if checking if he was being honest with her. He would never think of lying to her, ever. She had done exceptionally well. Without a few mishaps, she had been perfect.

“It was horrible, wasn’t it? I