“Okay?”

“I’m fine.” she grins, and I think holy *****, she really was right – this is okay.

“Okay. I’m going to lift your head up so you can drink. If that doesn’t work, let me know and I’ll get a straw.”

“You’re such a nurse,” she smiles, and I lift her head up. I carefully tilt the glass and she drinks smoothly, perfect, seamless, trusting. Something about giving her water, about seeing it pass through her perfect lips and into her mouth, pleases me. Then she lies back.

“Enough?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“No problem.” I take a deep sip of the cold water, then set the heavy tumbler on my night stand. I touch her feet to check her circulation. I’m not sure if she knows what I’m doing but her fingers brush mine with a deliberate sweetness that makes me high.

Compose yourself, Darah. I swallow and turn my attention back to her. “Where were we?”

“You had me like a heartbeat away from *****.”

“Really?” I grin.

“Yeah.”

“And what would you like now?”

She grins. “I want you to ***** me.”

“Would you, now?” I smile, needing to look away from her eyes, focusing on the pattern my hand is tracing on her torso.

“Oh yeah.”

“Then maybe I will.”

“Please,” she purrs, thrusting her crotch up into my hand. Oh god, she is so excited, hot and aroused and crazy for it.

“There are so many ways of *****.” I smile. “What would you like me to ***** you with?”

She grins, and ***** me, she blushes.

I kiss her *****, flickering my tongue there. “I could ***** you with my fingers…” I purr. She bucks up hard, and I chuckle. “I could ***** you with my tongue…I could get a vibrator or a ***** out of my little treasure chest and use that on you. I could even strap one of them on. Whichever you want most.”

I deliberately linger on her petite nipples, careful not to look at her in case it makes her self-conscious. I’m secretly hoping she chooses the strap-on. But I want her to choose. I want this to be about her, not about what I want.

“You have a strap-on?” I look into her eyes, and to my surprise there is no hesitation or embarrassment or shyness, just furious mad lust.