55.
"You're so fucking pleased," I accuse playfully.
"I mean…" He smirks and lies next to me, arms propped up behind his head. "You very clearly… loudly… enjoyed that. Let me revel."
I sigh. "Like your ego needs to be stroked any more."
My legs are still tingling but I'm not going to tell him that.
He kisses me. "It's not my ego I want you to stroke…"
My eyes instinctively bounce to the obvious arousal in his slacks. I straddle him, pressing the bulge against my bare pussy. Hips rolling. It feels delicious.
A little moan from both of us.
56.
I move down his body, undoing his belt.
"Get undressed," I order.
He stands, removing his clothes. I think I like telling him what to do. In fact, I think we've both never listened to each other more than we have tonight, in this room.
He's naked. He's… fucking amazing. Long. Lean. Built. Every part of him. Every inch. I stare at his thick, erect penis, my mouth parted.
"Sit."
He glowers. "I'm not a fucking dog."
I laugh. Maybe that was too far.
"Seriously, sit on the bed," I coax gentler.
I take my time undressing while he watches.