“No more than you forcing yourself not to masturbate,” she said.
Then he just sank in deeper.
“I never forced myself. I just saw desire as an inconvenience.”
“But you didn’t feel that way after we talked.”
“I don’t ever now. It’s different now.”
“In what way?”
He gave her alook.“I already told you.”
“Yeah, but I’d prefer it if you showed me.”
“You cannot be serious. Are you serious?” he asked.
But he did it in a way that said he knew she was.
He just wanted her to balk—and she wouldn’t.
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t be. After all, I did it for you.”
“Come on. That was different.”
“Maybe you should explain how.”
“Because your desire is gorgeous. Utterly and incredibly gorgeous. Watching it blossom again has honestly been one of the greatest pleasures of my life,” he said, and obviously thought that was the end of the matter. It almost was, in truth. The lump that immediately formed in her throat was pretty hard to get past.
But she managed.
“And you think watching yours hasn’t been the same for me?”
“You haven’t seen mine. Not really.”
“Then show me. Show me.”
“I just don’t think I can, honey.”
“Maybe you need some inspiration, then.”
“What kind of inspiration are we talking about here?”
“Me telling you how much I want to see you stroke your hard, heavy cock.”
He went to say something in response, to that. But then the words seemed to register, and whatever reply he’d thought of died an agonizing death. Now, all he could do was stare, still sprawled by her side in that semi-casual way, yet somehow, much more rigid than he’d been before. He was practically a statue of himself.
Though, she couldn’t be sorry.
Instead, she just wanted to say more.
“Because it is heavy, right? Yeah I can see it now, through your jeans. I can see it straining against the material, even though we’ve barely said anything remotely sexy for at least thirty minutes. All we’ve done is negotiate.”
“Maybe I find negotiating really fucking hot. Maybe I like it.”
“Or maybe it’s the memory of me bucking and moaning as you lapped at my clit. Can you still feel the way I shuddered, when you made me come? Or is it the lingering taste of my pussy that keeps your cock hard and aching?”
He closed his eyes ontaste, of all words.
