“What does it look like I’m doing? Don’t act dumb on me now. You said at the club that you would be mine.”

“I did, didn’t I,” I reminded myself.

“Yes, you did. And I immediately asked you how serious you were when you said it. You’ve forgotten already?”

I hadn’t forgotten, I just hoped that she would be enjoying herself too much to remember.

“I said it,” I mumbled. I guess it was time to show and prove. Ironically, since I was not the aggressor, I didn’t feel the same sexual energy I normally felt. But I did respond to Danni’s gentle massaging of my jewels.

She pulled my robe back and bared my naked treasure. But I stopped her short of kissing it. I had enough of that from Nicole already.

Danni looked up at me in confusion. “You don’t want me to?” she asked me. “We could sixty-nine if you’re really mine,” she added with a grin.

It became obvious that I would be forced to perform for her without the right motivation. Then I was concerned about how well I would perform.

“What if I let you ride him?” I suggested to her.

“Come on and get in bed with me then.”

I don’t know what it was about a woman being on top, but I rarely remained excited that way.

I climbed into bed, and Danni leaned over me and kissed my lips. She liked to be fingered a lot, so I slid my right hand in between her legs and softly fiddled her clit. She jerked her head and shoulders forward like a chicken as soon as I poked my finger in.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked her.

She could barely talk while I continued to work my fingertips around her clitoris. To anchor herself, she reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of my bedsheets, overwhelmed with pleasure. She closed her eyes and arched her head, neck, and back toward the ceiling.

Not a word was spoken between us, as I continued to stroke Danni with just my index finger, slightly inside, while working her spot just right. It amazed me how wet and horny she was getting from just one finger. That wasn’t much work for me at all.

I leaned up toward her and kissed her light brown nipple, poking out from the fluffy white bathrobe she still wore. I kissed the other nipple, and slightly squeezed and sucked each one from left to right.

Danni wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in closer, enjoying it all. She kissed the top of my head and allowed her curly hair to fall into my face as she held me close.

We were so soft, so subtle, so pleasing with the lights still on. There was nothing to hide between us.

Danni pulled my head back just enough to look into my face.

She asked me, “Why are you doing this to me?”

What kind of a question was that?