Free Dating a Metro Man by Donna McDonald

making her upset again. Not now. Not this time. Instead he told her another kind of truth.
    “It’s never been like this with anyone else,” Seth told her, sinking completely into her and pushing deep to emphasize the point. “I’ve never been this hard and aching with a woman before you.”
    “Good,” she keened, lifting her hips and closing her eyes. “Seth—please. Don’t hold back.”
    Seth groaned and gave in to her demands for release, the ones she made out loud and the silent ones her body was making for her. His hands slid from her wrists to link his fingers with hers. He rocked them both over and over until Jenna screamed his name and he groaned in satisfaction at the same time. When he stopped rocking, she was still straining and vibrating around him.
    That’s two, Seth told himself. Then helet his weight carefully come to rest on her intimately and felt her heart beating madly against his. He wondered how many more times he could push Jenna over the edge tonight.
    “Don’t move and don’t make me let you go yet,” Seth ordered softly, needing to absorb the reality of Jenna’s body compliant and resting beneath his at last. He wanted time to memorize their first real moment of connection and wanted her to want the same. Their breathing was the only noise in the room for several long minutes.
    Eventually, Seth turned loose of her hands and rolled them to their sides. This time Jenna didn’t disconnect their bodies or pull away. He wondered what she would think if she knew how much he wanted her still, because it was a shock even to him.
    “When do you need to leave,” Seth asked, lifting strands of her hair away from her face and tucking them behind her ear. He kept his voice neutral, but was humbled by how difficult it was not to demand she stay. He was never going to be able to make fun of Casey again, and he owed the man who raised him a huge apology for being disrespectful about his feelings.
    “Soon,” Jenna said firmly. “Why?”
    “I’m not done with you yet tonight, but I understand if you need to go—or want to go,” Seth told her, watching color bloom in her cheeks. He’d just now noticed the lamp he had left burning was still on.
    There hadn’t been a lot of men in Jenna’s sexual experience that ever went a second round, much less a man like Seth who seemed not to have a limit—or at least not one she could find so far. Embarrassment colored her face, but she well knew you couldn’t fix a problem until you knew what kind you had.
    “Am I not satisfying you?” Jenna asked, making herself say the words, though they humiliated her. Men had told her she was beautiful, but of the few she had slept with, none had ever praised her skill in bed. It was simply a matter of not knowing, Jenna told herself. She lifted her chin to wait for Seth’s answer, regardless of how humbling it was to think she might be less than proficient from his point of view.
    Seth considered the earnestness in Jenna’s expression when he answered with the simple truth he had no wish to hide from her anyway. His ego didn’t need stroking. Other things about him did. He wanted her to want to be the woman who did it more than he wanted anything else.
    “Oh, you satisfy me plenty, baby—I’m just backed up with not having sex for a long time. There hasn’t been anyone before you for months, and then—well, there hasn’t been anyone since I met you,” Seth said, smiling at her.
    “Seth, it’s been at least eight months since you met me,” Jenna said quietly.
    “Yes. Probably about a year and half since I had sex with a woman,” Seth told her, unashamed. “Casey was here long before I met you, and I spent more time with him than I did dating. He missed Susan terribly during those first few months he was here. I didn’t want him to feel more alone by seeing me bring a woman home.”
    Jenna reached out a finger and put it on the pulse at the base of his throat. It was calmer now than it had been