“No.No blood, though there is a lump forming.”
I hiss as he touchesit.“Sorry,” Isay, my mind racing for something to say thatwillmake him leave so Icansneak Fabia out of here.“I had a nightmare and must have rolled off the bed.”
He frowns.
“I have always been able to jump straight intodreaming when I fall asleep,” I gush.“As soon as I close my eyes, there it is – a dream!”
“Uh huh,” hesays, helping me to my feet.“What was it about?”
“Ah.”I glance away as I shuffle the blanket around my shoulders.I makesure it reachesthe floor, covering the gap below the bed.“It.Was… about… wa...sps.”
“Wasps?”
“Uh huh.”My fingers twist in the blanket.I’m so frickin’ stupid.Wasps?Scary?Come on!Butthere’s nothing else for me to do butsell it.“Don’t you know they’re venomous?”I ask.“That’s pretty scary.”
His eyes narrow.Bugger, heisn’tbuying it.
“Hey, it’s a dream.It doesn’t have to make sense.”I smileinnocently, my heart thundering in my skull.
He inclineshis head in agreement, but hestill doesn’tlook like he believesme.
Ugh.Fabia, you totally owe my vagina for this,I whine.
Reaching forward, I run my hand over his chest.“You know what I just realised?”I wink.
He looksdown at my head, watching as it trailspast his stomach.
“I need a shower.”I bat my eyelashes despite wanting to do nothing but crawl into bed and fall asleep.“Do you want to join me?I might have trouble washing everywhere.Dead limbs and all that.”Another wink.
He grabsmy hand.“What’s going on?”
“Okay, fine, you caught me.”Pulling my hand away, I glance down,looking as if I don’t want to say this at all.And I really don’t.I really, really don’t.“I rolled over to...sniff...your side of the bed.Then I started to...play...with one of your pillows when…” I trail off,my pussy crying in utter terror over what I’m building up to in the future.
“Play with one of my pillows?”he asks slowly.
“Yeah.You know.”My cheeks heat.My vagina dies from sheer exhaustion.“Rubbing myself… on it… Masturbating.”
He crosseshis arms.“Sixteen orgasms wasn’t enough for you?”
I tilt my head to the side, cursing Fabia left and right.Shrugging, Isay, “But that was before my nap.I’m all –” I swallow, choking the words out.“Ready to go again now.Butyou were busy.And I couldn’t really… be bothered to go another sixteen rounds.Ionlywanted a quickie, you know?And this has nothing to do with your… performance, I promise, but like… sometimes a woman just wants to… you know, cut through all the… faff… and uh, just… get.To.The.End.”
“The end?”
“Uh huh.”
“By faff, do you mean foreplay?”
I wince.My bodyisgoing to hate me for this later, I just know it.“Yeah...”Isayslowly.“But only sometimes.Most of the times, foreplay is great.Required even.But… Yeah...”
When hedoesn’tsay anything for acouple ofminutes, I glanceup.His eyesarenarrowed in on me.Hot.Dangerous.
I gulp.
“Show me,” he murmurs.
“What?”
“Show.Me.I want to know how to get my queen off quickly when she, how did you say it?Wants to cut through all the faff.”
