“When?”
“When you want me to stop.” He pulled on the back of her thigh, so that her knee was up on his hip.
Shiloh took a deep breath. “Roger that.”
“Your job is also to give me directions if I need them.”
“How will I know when you need them?”
“You’ll know.” He sucked on her neck.
Shiloh squeezed her eyes closed. She scratched his scalp. “It sounds like my job is to talk to you while you do all the work.”
He pressed his cock into her stomach. “This isn’t work.”
She took another deep breath. “Some of it is work. You’ll see. Everything with me is work.”
“I know what I’m getting into.”
Shiloh opened her eyes, she took hold of his cheeks—she pushed his face away so she could really see him. “Doyou, Cary?”
Cary’s face was flushed. There was hardly any gold left in his eyes. “When have you ever been too much for me?”
Shiloh kissed him then. She held on to the back of his head. She was crying. She didn’t even need to bite him again—she felt static-free.
Cary stopped holding her. He pushed his hand between their bodies and slid his fingers between her legs.
Shiloh was crazy wet. At least that wasn’t going to be an issue.
She kept kissing him while he pushed his fingers inside of her. He moaned. That made her smile—it seemed so un-Cary of him.
He rolled onto her, spreading her legs.
“Cary?” she whispered.
“What is it, Shy?”
“Could my job be to feel nothing?”
Cary’s mouth was open. His eyes were mostly closed. “Give me more details.”
“Could my job just be to feel whatever I’m feeling?”
His hand was on the inside of her thigh. “Can we agree on ‘good’ as a general direction?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. She grasped the side of his neck.
Cary touched her vagina again. She was open. She was really wet—she could hear it. He pushed his cock in.
Shiloh wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Good?” he asked.
She nodded. “It’s good.” She nodded some more. “It’s good.”
“It’s so good, Shiloh.”
Cary had gotten better at sex. Shiloh tried not to think about the particulars.
