He pauses just as she was getting used to the motions, then resumes, toying with her expectations just like he always used to. She realizes that he is talking. The anticipation builds. She had no sense for what he expected, and her blunder at calling the event a slumber party only complicated things further. “Well. She encourages him with her hips, pressing into him, and with her hand, tugging at him. The name of the pattern comes to her. Only with the presence of his touch can she recognize how wet, how aroused, she has become. —
She is naked, down on her hands and knees. “You haven’t earned it. “Keep your eyes closed,” he reminds her. He is rough on her nipple, almost to the point of pain. Now…now…now… Do not move or open your eyes no matter what I do.”
She moves to the middle of the room and closes her eyes. He gets in position, his body is against hers.
