Page 143 of The Strength Of A Woman

“I’m so happy,” she says,

“I’m glad to hear that,” I say a bit stiff.

“Are you all right?”

“More than all right.”

Even her voice turns me on. Her talking to me gets me hard.

This is comically bad.

I distract her with a smile.

“Are we going?” she asks, noticing that I’m not moving.

“Not yet.”

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, truly concerned, reading my eyes.

“You did nothing wrong.”

“Then what is it?”

How should I tell her that her abdomen is half an inch away from my raging erection?

“I thought we should linger a little more,” I say with a playful grin in my voice.

Her eyes move back and forth as she reads mine.

And then she relaxes against my torso and presses herself into my hard length.

“Oh,” she says, amused. “I see. Are things that bad?”

“They’re not good.”

“We can wait,” she teases.

“Waiting is a possibility.”

I remove a hand from my pocket and rest it on her waist.

She bites her lip, taunting me even more.

“What’s the other possibility?’

“Use your imagination.”

A hand flies to her mouth as she feigns surprise.

“Here?’

“Here. There. Anywhere. We just need to make sure no one’s seeing us. If you suck me off, I’ll make it up to you at the hotel.”

She moves her fingers down, pondering. Pretending that she’s thinking about it.

She rubs the ridge of my erection through my pants, making everything worse.

Her naughty grin is an accomplice.