“Because I’m drying up, mentally and physically.” Jane had to suppress a pout, even though it was meant as a joke.

“There are remedies for both.” Annie was still being serious, while Jane was more than ready to start chuckling about this. But maybe she should try to stick to conversations like this longer, without trying to laugh them away when things got a little harder to articulate.

“Maybe.” Or maybe there was only one way to find out whether Jane still had earth-shattering climaxes in her. And maybe she needed her wife to give them to her. She glanced down at Annie again. Maybe it was time she instigated intimacy, not only to ascertain she was still capable of powerful orgasms, but also—and even more so—because, in that moment, she really wanted her wife.

Her one hand was still stroking Annie’s hair. She let the other one run down Annie’s arm, until her fingers reached Annie’s. She linked her fingers with Annie’s and brought Annie’s hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss on her palm.

“How about we try some of those remedies right now?” She looked straight into Annie’s eyes.

The previous time they had tried to do this kept popping up in Jane’s mind. They’d gone too quickly, rushed into it. This might have worked for Jane—for both of them—once, but that time seemed to have passed. They had to take their time. And Jane needed to have Annie first. At least she could be fairly certain that would arouse her—it had never failed to do so before.

She led Annie into their bedroom. When they stood in front of the bed, Annie pulled her close, and asked, “Do you want to watch something? Or I could read you something… spicy.”

Was Annie nervous as well? Was she afraid she didn’t have it in her anymore to get her wife off? What that must do to her. How it must shake her usually unshakable confidence. But they had the advantage of the years behind them in that moment. Of hundreds of shared climaxes. Nothing was really riding on this one. Not really. Yet, the atmosphere between them kind of hinted that it did. Jane thought it best to reassure her wife.

“I think I will be fine without, but thanks for offering.” She inched closer and kissed Annie on the lips. “Let’s take our clothes off.”

“I want to undress you,” Annie said. “Even though you look really scrumptious in that shirt.”

“Be my guest,” Jane whispered, and let her arms fall away from Annie.

“I love you.” Annie sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and started undoing the buttons of Jane’s shirt, beginning at the bottom.