Royal:
Well, if you ever want to learn, I’d be glad to offer advice.
I set my phone down,the possible fallout waiting in cyberspace as the message pings from one satellite to another.
Glancing back at the screen, I do a double take. Leticia unzips her skirt and shimmies it off over her hips, revealing the most adorable blue underwear with some sort of pattern too small for the camera to discern. They’re a fuller-coverage piece, like a boy short, that hugs her ass tightly.
I’m fixated on the screen, salivating over every inch of skin uncovered. I adjust my cock where it strains against the fabric of my sweats.
Casually, she flicks the skirt into a laundry hamper and pulls on what looks like soft, cozy joggers. The material is thin and dances around her legs as she wiggles them over her butt before tying the strings into a petite bow.
She wraps her fingers around the hem of her shirt and pulls it off, and I’m treated to a fantastic view of her half-naked form — her soft stomach and her bra, the same color as the panties — as she turns the shirt right side out and also tosses it into the hamper.
Leticia pulls a long-sleeved shirt over her head, leaving her bra on.
That can’t be comfortable to sleep in.My wolf is taken aback.
It’s not too long, though, before Leticia reaches back and unclasps her bra. She shimmies her arms in and out of the sleeves before pulling the bra out through the neckline of her shirt.
She does know she’s being watched. It makes sense she’d protect herself.That doesn’t change how hard I am again.
Leticia:
Don’t they come with user manuals? I’m quite proficient at user manuals.
I laughout loud reading her text message.
Leticia:
Though... who knows, maybe I’ve never been meant to know what an orgasm feels like. Could be at the mercy of someone who doesn’t believe in the female orgasm.
That sobers me fast.Never? As in, never have I ever?
My wolf growls low at that. We’re both a little hedonistic in the way we chase all the good things of the world.
Royal:
Are you meaning to tell me you’ve never, ever had an orgasm?
Leticia is pulling backthe covers of her bed, phone on the nightstand, when I see it light up with my message.
She picks up her phone before walking back to the light switch by the door. When she turns on her phone flashlight, I stop.
Human, Royal. She’s a fuckin’ human, and you’re attached.Not in the least bit disillusioned,I do nothing to disentangle my attachment as I watch her walk hurriedly to her bed and pull her feet up quickly.
Why?My wolf tips his head back and forth, trying to unscramble the mystery of her behavior, but I don’t have an answer for him.
When Leticia pulls the covers up around her chest, she turns off the flashlight. The camera takes a moment to refocus in night mode.
Leticia:
I didn’t MEAN to tell you that, it just kinda came out.
And that’s enough embarrassment for me for the day.
How was dinner?
Jealousof how cozy Leticia looks, I stand from my desk chair, go to the back of my door, and pull on the plaid flannel I keep there.
