I’m not allowed to tell her what I want out loud. To put words to my desire. My craving. So I scream it in my head. With each thrust into her, “Let me come!” With my eyes, “PLEASE.”
She smiles back at me.
I whimper.
“What?”
I can say it now so I do.
“No you don’t. Thanks for the fuck, though. It was a good one.”
The more I read about Belle, the more I like her.