“Okay fine,” I answered, my signs annoyed and rushed. “You do you, and I’ll do me. Whatever it takes to get to sleep.”

I flipped over onto my back and made a huffy show of doing his stupid bidding.

Although my resentment would’ve probably worked out better if I hadn’t found the triangle between my legs so ridiculously warm and wet when my fingers delved into it. No wonder he said he could smell me. I was practically dripping arousal, and my bud felt impossibly swollen inside my pussy lips.

No, I wouldn’t need my back massager to get me revved up tonight. I let my eyes fall closed and started rubbing.

But then I felt a weird pressure on top of my head. Fingers gripping me around my temples and forcing everything above my shoulders to twist to the left. When I opened my eyes, my face was fully turned toward Victor.

“Watch me,” he signed with his free hand. “Watch me watching you while we do this.”

Then he grabbed a Kleenex off the nightstand and snaked his arm under the comforter.

It was okay that he didn’t wait for my reply. I don’t think I could’ve come up with one even if I could speak words aloud. Which I couldn’t. I did as he said.

A new heat strummed through my body as I watched his arm move under the blanket. And I helplessly rubbed at my pussy, which was heavy and aching between my legs.

The way he looked at me across the bed with his hand still heavy on top of my head made it even hotter. He was forcing me to look at him. Forcing me to stay there with him as we did this thing apart, but somehow intensely together.

Eventually, his hand came down from my head and pressed his thumb into my lips. I opened my mouth wordlessly, sucking his thumb into my mouth as I rode my hand. He was no longer holding my head in place, but he didn’t have to anymore. We stared into each other eyes, magnetized until the pleasure became too much and morphed into a climax.

Only then did my gaze fall away. I threw my head back as an orgasm rocketed through me. A flower violently blooming to greet the spring.

As I fell apart, Victor did too, his body shaking. He didn’t throw back his head or even close his eyes, though. No, his gaze stayed glued on me as he came. And that made my climax ride out even longer.

Eventually, we both recovered. He disposed of the tissue he’d used to catch his cum, calm as a Buddha. Then he signed, “Good night.”

“Good night,” I whispered back. But it felt like a lie.

There was nothing good about this night. The intense cloud of desire continued to hang over the bed, even thicker than before.