Page 38 of Till Death Do Us Part

No. I definitely wanted the details.

What had happened to me? What had gotten into me?

I spoke in a whisper. “I know I’m not… the most… conventionally pretty, but…”

She closed her eyes with a frustrated hiss. “Elaine, do not fucking tempt me.”

“What do you—”

“I am so fucking aroused from being on top of you—from seeing you looking up at me like that—that I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Don’t even think about saying you’re not attractive.”

My face burned. I squeezed my shoulders together. My face wasn’t the only part of me burning… “Do you think so?”

“If you weren’t such a good person, Elaine, I would have you naked on your knees at the edge of the bed.” Her voice was low, husky, shaky with want. “I would have you pressed face-first into the sheets while I had my way with you. I would have you against the wall, bent over the dresser, spread out on the bed. I would take you over the balcony railing and let the whole world hear the noises you make.” She turned to me. “But you’re a good person. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

I thought every part of me was blushing. “I-I’ve never… um…”

“Had sex? I thought you’d done it all of twice.”

“No—oh my God. I’ve never had someone want me like that before,” I whispered.

She closed her eyes. “Fuck, the things I would do to you if I could get away with it. People have let you go to waste before.”

I didn’t even know what to feel. Except… warm. Very warm. “Are you… going to be okay to sleep?”

“Not at all,” she laughed.

“Do you need to, um… resolve… the situation?”

She opened her eyes, smirking at me. “Go ahead,” she said. “Say it without euphemisms. I want to see you blush.”

“Vera!” I put my hands over my face. “You know what I mean!”

“Go on.”

“Now I feel silly saying it.”

“Go on.”

“Do you need to… masturbate?”

“What, right here next to you?”

I swallowed, my face burning hot. “I wouldn’t… stop you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

I clasped my hands over my mouth, and I nodded. She grinned, her eyes gleaming.

“Well, aren’t you a considerate wife?”

“I just… good sleep is important…”

“Very.” She caressed her hand down her body, and I felt myself burning all over as she teased her own skin, just over the top of her pants. She drank me in, her eyes roaming my body, and knowing she was like this looking at me, at the body I’d hated for so long…

She pushed her hand down inside her pants, and she sighed with satisfaction. I couldn’t take my eyes off the movement—the shape under her pants moving as she touched herself. Her knuckles through the fabric… how she slowly increased the pace.

“Dammit, Elaine,” she whispered. I bit my lip.