“No?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Fine. I don’t always like being inexperienced, okay? I mean, statistically, I can’t have done everything in life by now, but I don’t want to always be on the back foot. Just because you’re older and have had more— Well, I’m just saying.”
My lips twitch, but I keep my voice steady. “Are you struggling to say the wordsex?”
“I’m not in the mood anymore,” she huffs.
My chuckle vibrates in the room and startles Poe who gives me the side-eye before relaxing again.
“I think, it’s not that you’re not in the mood, it’s that you’re wound too tight and need a release. Do you need to come, baby?”
Her ragged breaths meet my ears, and blood rushes to my cock.
“Does that greedy pussy need some attention so it can feel good?”
I wait and wait, then wait some more. The silence stretches but I refuse to fill it.
“Yes.” It’s quiet but raw.
I fist my cock, thumbing the barbell, and drop my voice. “Open your thighs.”
More silence aside from the sound of fabric rustling.
“Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want you to tell me.”
She doesn’t agree, but I’ll assume her acquiescence.
“What color are your panties?”
“Pink with red lace,” she says breathily.
Fuck me. Fuck me, that’s hot.
“Slide your hand inside those pretty panties and finger your clit.”
There’s a gasp, but I’d swear it was pleasure and not embarrassment.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet for me?”
There’s a pause. “Yes.” This one is quieter, like the admission was hard on her.
“Love that.” My cock is straining under my fist. “I’m hot and hard thinking about your tight, wet pussy.”
She gasps. “Really?”
“Oh yeah. You know what you do to me.”
“Oh.”
