The Last Part

"That last part?," I said quietly as we laid staring at the ceiling, sated. I spoke into the darkness with a hesitancy, uncertain how my thoughts would be received.

"That last part felt felt like you should pay me afterward." I let the words hang there. I couldn't hear Him breathing.

After a moment, I heard the sheets rustle as he turned toward me. He put his lips close to my ear. "You liked that, didn't you, you dirty girl," he murmured slowly.

I wonder if He could see me blush in the dark.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Another forceful taking. How is that playing out in your head. do you think later on it and get aroused?