Page 18 of Savior
She shoves herself off of me, making me wince now at the intense sensation of sliding out of her so soon.
“No.” she says, rather adamantly, moving about the room now, gathering our discarded clothing. I don’t bother tucking myself back in my pants as I lounge against the couch, bringing my arms up to fold my hands behind my head. I stare at her fine fucking ass as she bends to pick up another article of clothing.
“You liked it.” I push. She shoots me another glare over her shoulder. “It’s okay, Vanna.”
“No.”
“That was just the tip of my finger… and you screamed like a banshee. A fuckin’ hot one.”
She throws her panties at me. They land right on my face. I don’t bother removing them. I can still see her through the leg hole, and it pulls a little snicker from her anyway.
“I’m not going to just ram it in, baby. I know you’re not ready for that. We’ll have to work up to it, slowly.”
“We’re not working up to anything.” She insists, though I find her slight smile encouraging. “And you look ridiculous.” She adds, before she storms off towards the bedroom.
With an evil grin to myself, I lift her panties off my face and tuck them into the couch cushions, before getting up to join her for a shower.
If I’m lucky, maybe even round two.
