That’s because you’ve been running away. I think to myself. I wish I could say it to her, but I can’t. Otherwise, she will do what she does best and run again.
“Yeah, I know the feeling,” I mumble, finishing off my food to stop me from saying something that might scare her off.
After we finish eating, we clear up the room and make ourselves comfortable again on the couch. I lean back, with myhands behind my head, and spread my legs out in front of me. I feel content sitting here with a full belly and the woman of my dreams within reaching distance. But when I turn to her, I see her eyeing the exposed skin between my t-shirt and joggers.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, a smug smile tugging at my lips.
“Mmhmm.” She mumbles in reply. I hear the swallow she makes as she tries to clear her throat.
I can’t look away from her. She’s squirming in her seat. Her bare legs are tucked up under her, and she holds a pillow close to her chest. I haven’t watched a damn second of this film; I am way too busy watching the sexy woman next to me.
“Are you sure? You seem kind of flustered.”
She blows out a breath before answering me. “I’m fine.”
Now I may not be the world's smartest man, but I know that when a woman says she's fine, she is most definitely not fine.
“Ah, I see. So, you being unable to sit still has absolutely nothing to do with what you were doing upstairs before I got here?” I chuckle, shaking my head.
Her mouth gapes in horror as she stares at me. Shit, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. My brain-to-mouth filter doesn’t seem to work whenever I’m around her. I wasn’t entirely sure about my assumption, but there is no doubting it now.
“I… I wasn’t doing anything.” She stutters out.
“So, you weren’t busy pleasuring yourself in this big empty house whilst you were here all alone? Tell me, Sugar, what was it you were thinking about when you were getting off?” Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, but I don’t stop goading her. “Because there is only one person I ever think about when I need to cum, and my memories work for me. Every. Single. Time.”
Her breath hitches at my words. I know my girl well, and I know how much she loves how vocal I am about sex. It has always been her biggest turn on, and I can see the fire behind her eyes proving it still is.
When she still doesn’t speak, I continue. “Oh, wait, did I interrupt you before you got the chance to finish? Is that why you’re so agitated?” My voice is rough when I speak as the realisation hits me.
When she doesn’t answer again, I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. Fuck. No wonder she’s acting so flighty, she’s turned the fuck on and hasn’t finished off. I’m all for edging, but this must be torture for her.
Well, this just won’t do.
My dick is stiff as a rock. I palm it to try to ease off some of the tension that’s building. I haven’t felt this horny in such a long time, over six years to be precise.
She squeaks at the sight of my bulge through my joggers. From the position I’m in, I’m not leaving much to the imagination. I watch as she squeezes her legs together tighter and pinches her eyes shut.
“Baby,” I growl. “You know, there is an easy remedy for this. You’re the only one that’s holding back.”
