"Fine." I shrugged and typed in passwords she'd used as kids, finding 5980, still in use. The computer beeped, signaling that it was booting up for me. She paled.
"How did you?—"
"I told you, I know you better than you know yourself. You like to use important dates as codes."
She huffed but said nothing as her screen lit up and the document she'd been working on popped right up without me having to dig.
"Oh look, it's right here." I began to read the words she'd written about the encounter that had inspired her so. It was only a few pages, but the prose... wasn't too bad.
"Happy now that you've humiliated me?" she snapped.
I shut the computer. Humiliated? She hadn't experienced anything yet.
"This was you and Moth?" I snickered.
"Yes. We were doing the tour and I got distracted and left behind. He came back for me."
"And ate you out while wearing a bunny mask?"
"No, I changed the mask. If you must know, it was one of those rubber ones you get from the Halloween store. I didn't want to write about exact details."
"Honestly, the entire chapter reads like pure fiction," I mocked. "I know Moth, and this isn't him."
"Oh, really? You sound so jealous right now." Laney stood and reached for her laptop. “Which is absurd, considering?—”
I pulled her to me, crushing my lips down onto hers. Her eyes widened, but she didn't move away. The longer I pressed my mouth against hers, the more she softened, and her lips parted. She let out a small groan. My hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing it tightly.
"It hurts that you think Moth is that good of a lover." I pulled away from her lips, only to kiss her jaw and then neck. "It's like choosing a finger-painting over the fucking Mona Lisa. Why not go for the masterpiece?"
"I never liked the Mona Lisa.”
"Really?" My hand slid under her skirt and over the front of her panties. They were damp. "You aren't attracted to me? You don't want my tongue between your thighs like in your story?"
Like last night.
"It wasn't you in my story," she protested. "It was just a man in a mask."
"Moth?"
"Last night, for me, it was. In my story, it could be anyone."
"I find that hard to believe that Moth inspired anything like that."
"Stop." She sighed but didn't brush my hand away as Iteased along the edges of the fabric. "It has nothing to do with Moth. It's the darkness I liked."
The darkness?I looked past her, suddenly understanding. In the dark, it could be anyone she wanted. She turned from me, covering her face in her hands.
"It's embarrassing. I told you my writing needed work. You shouldn't have read it."
"I don't think that's it." I pulled her back, facing away from me. My hard cock pressed against her ass. "You just need more experience, like you said. Your words..." I paused. "It read like you barely knew the female anatomy."An idea came to me then, something to satisfy both our lusts. "I could help you."
"What do you mean?" She tried to turn back but I held her firmly, my hands gliding back down her body, pulling up her skirt. I drifted over her panties again.
“Why don't I show you how to get yourself off? Learn what feels good and figure out what exactly you want."
"I don't know..."
"I won't be touching you. Just watching."
