She did want to get home, but not just because she felt suffocated; she also started to like this, to like him, his company was pleasant and intrusive at the same time, and that was much stronger a reason. Certain complications need to be avoided.
“You were great last night… It was like you were reading my mind.”
“Was I really?”
“Give me a break, false modesty doesn’t become either one of us. You were unbelievable and you know it very well.”
“What can I say, I aim to please… See, I can do cliché as well.”
“You can do lots of things. Is there something you can’t do? I got a hardon only seeing how prepared you were… that sexy outfit of yours, the massage oil… and that stuff with the ice cubes, I didn’t even know I liked that. I haven’t been fucked this way in a long time, you know…”
She flinched at the sound of the word. Why can’t men just call it having sex?
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