–Livana–
How cute. Now that I'm pulling him in—ready to give him a handjob or something more—he's actually trying to push my hands away. He's sulking. I can tell by the way he's pouting, probably not even aware he's doing it.
Since he still thinks I'm blind, I've learned to savor each of his little expressions, even if I can't meet his eyes directly.
"What now?" I asked, impatiently.
"How about tomorrow?" he said. "Can we make love tomorrow?"
I laughed and shook my head. Seriously? Is he this desperate?
"I'm thinking of flying to Japan," I teased, smirking. "I heard they make perfect sex dolls."
"I was kidding about that!" he hissed, defensive.
"Then get your ass over here. I'll help you with that boner."
"No, never mind. I'll just go lift weights… or run on the treadmill." He is still damn sulking. Not too cute for a bulky sexy~hot and dangerous looking guy.
