“Feel like getting rammed again?” I ask her, sipping my drink and licking my lips. I’m itching to taste her, to get my hands all over her.
Instead, she turns me down. “I get what you were saying about not wanting to be my first. All the questions running through my mind are driving me crazy.”
“Come here,” I command, patting my leg for her to sit on my lap. There’s an entire sectional in my living room space. It’s enough space for all of my friends to come over and watch a game comfortably without touching knees and elbows.
She huffs and sits down, but she’s fidgeting. “I need a shower. I smell like Burnz and Earnz Fitness put me through a workout, which it did. The amount of numbers I dialed and people I spoke to have my mouth and fingers pumped up and exhausted.”
“Tell me more about this dick you’re addicted to and all the questions.”
“Why?”
I shrug. “I’m just curious.”
“Why now? We’ve done the dirty deed.”
“There was nothing dirty about what we did. Now, if you’re into that, I know a spa I can buy out where we can have some fun in the mud baths. Come on, tell Daddy which questions have you going crazy.”
She laughs, stroking the side of my face, which sends a signal directly to my body telling me she wants to have sex, but I know she doesn’t. I’m sure she can feel the erection growing underneath her.
“How many women have you had a relationship with?”
I shake my head. “None.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Why?”
She pulls her brows together, as if the answer’s obvious. “Because you’re…you. Rich, handsome, good in bed. Most women would bend over backwards to please you, including me.”
I laugh at the absurdity of that sentence. “I never said women were the problem.”
“Then, what?”
“You’ve seen my schedule, Denise. You’ve studied how I operate. Do I seem like someone who can afford distractions?”
“So you don’t sleep around?”
“No.”
“Even when women everywhere throw themselves at you?”
“Not even then.”
She shoves me. “Tracy?”
“Zig?”
“Yeah. She’s beautiful, blonde.” She speaks softly, letting a strand of her hair run through her fingers.
“She’s got nothing on you,” I tell her while pulling her close and nuzzling against her neck.
She moans and that makes me even harder. When Denise shifts in my lap, it springs up and my eyes widen. I push it down with a little effort, and she can’t help but let her hand run over it.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I admit.
“Same. I feel like I’m not experienced enough to make you happy.”
“I like that we can learn things together. And as for you not being experienced enough, we both know last night was as insanely great for me as it was for you.”