When Savannah comes out of that bathroom, I’m going to tell her that her time is up. That I’m done waiting. And that if she can’t ask for my dick all on her own, I’ll find a way to make her beg for it.
I’m reclined on the bed, one hand behind my head, one hand pressing down on my growing length, when the bathroom door finally opens.
Backlit, Savannah stands there, hair around her shoulders, body hidden under a robe she took from me, that’s far too big for her, with her hands shoved into the pockets.
I open my mouth to demand she come here, but she speaks first.
“Do you remember that little vibrator you found in my bathroom?”
Her question is not what I expected, and it takes me a moment to answer, my cock hardening even more at the reminder. “I remember.”
“Can I have it back?”
My mouth pulls into a smile. “No, you can’t have it back. But I’m happy to help you out myself.”
Her shoulders lift. “Not necessary.” Then she pulls one hand out of her pocket, holding a slender pale pink vibrator. “Oh, and also, just so you know,” her other hand releases the knot holding her robe shut. “I’m already on birth control. Since you brought it up last time.” Then the robe drops, and she stands before me, gloriously naked.
I shove up and start to scramble across the bed, but she steps back into the bathroom and slams the door shut. The lock clicking just as I close my fingers around the handle.
