“That’s the spirit.So, do you use any toys?”
“You mean like a vibrator?”
“Yeah.”
“Doug didn’t want me using any—”
Fucking hell.
“But I still got myself one.”She grins mischievously.
I chuckle, relieved.“That’s my girl.What kind?”
“Erm ...clitoral?It looks kind of like a computer mouse.”
“Okay, that gives me a lot of information already.And when you get yourself off, what position are you in?”
“I usually do it in the shower, so standing up.Also, when I’m on my stomach, butt in the air.I don’t think I can really come in missionary.”
“That’s totally fine.A lot of women can’t come like that, although there are things we can try even in that position.”I sit up on the bed.“So do you have it with you?Here?”
She nods.
“Do you think you’d like to go grab it and bring it here?”
Her eyes widen.“I’d have to get dressed...Someone could see me.”
“I can quickly put on some clothes and go grab it for you, if you tell me where it is.”
She contemplates it for a moment.
“Do you have some lube, too?”
She nods, then tells me where everything is.I throw on a shirt and sweats, take her key card, and after a few minutes in her room, where I revel for a moment in all her girly stuff, I am back in my room.She’s since slid under the cover, looking debauched and a bit shy.
“We could’ve just moved to my room,” she says.“I didn’t think of it.”
“We can do that later.I wanted you to have the option of leaving if you needed to, in case I started to crowd you.”
“You’ve never crowded me,” she says.“Even back in grad school, you always gave me plenty of space.Although I sometimes wished you would have given me a little less space.”
“You were married, Billie.Married.The whole time I knew you.And you never gave me any encouragement.”
When our eyes meet, the connection is immediate.It’s like a blow to the stomach, stunning me with its violence.
She whips off the covers, leaps out of bed, and stands naked before me.Everything in my body surges to meet hers and I’m at full mast without even touching her.
“I want you so much,” she whispers, her voice deep and filled with desire, arms snaking around my waist, toward my back.My heartbeat picks up.“I’ve wanted you for a long time.I want this to be good.Help me make it good for the both of us.”
“It will be, I promise.There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here.With you.”
She pulls my head down into a kiss, and I toss all her stuff on the bed and embrace her back.We kiss with fervor, her naked, me barefoot in sweats and a t-shirt, which she quickly tugs off.She strokes my dick through the pants, long and languid, and I’m hard as a rock again.
“This is not gonna help me last longer,” I say.
She chuckles, working me over in a maddening rhythm.“Should’ve just come earlier.”
“Not without you,” I say and grab her wrist to stop her.“Show me how you get yourself off.Your favorite way.”
