Sighing, I shift my attention over toward the windows. "Three years."
"Three fucking years?" he repeats loudly in disbelief. "How the hell are you even alive?"
"Ha-ha," I say, squirming. "Let me go, please."
"Not yet. First, tell me why so long?"
I glare up at him. "Do you really have to embarrass me like this?"
"I'm not trying to embarrass you at all. I'm just trying to get to know you and figure you out."
"I haven't had a relationship in a long time, and I've had really bad luck dating lately. I told you, I don't jump into bed with men just for sex, so…it's been three years. Happy now?"
Kneeling down over me and bringing our hands up over my head on the floor, his face is inches from mine, his long, loose hair tickling my face. "I can fix that for you," he offers, pressing his hard cock between my parted thighs. My pulse quickens while my long-forgotten pussy quivers from just that slight pressure of him against me.
"I thought I wasn't what you wanted." My voice cracks, betraying my efforts to hide the fact he's starting to get to me.
"I thought so too." He lets go of one of my hands and slides his free hand down my arm, then over my ribs, brushes the slight curve of my hip, and finally grabs my outer thigh, pulling me against him. "But my body apparently wants you…and I think yours wants me too."
A little gasp escapes my throat. "I want more than that," I breathe, wanting that and so much more now.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, his teeth gently nipping me, and I fight the urge to wrap my legs around him.
"It's eleven inches, baby. How much more do you want?"
"Ugh!" I push him off me and he rolls over onto the floor on his back, laughing. "It's not funny," I say, slapping his arm.
"I'm just kidding."
"How do you know it's eleven inches, anyway?"
"I measured it. We can do a recount if you want. Call the front desk and ask for a ruler."
I shake my head and suppress my laughter. "Can you try to be serious for a minute?"
He sits up and leans against the couch, trying to force himself to stop laughing. "All right. I'll be serious," he says, pursing his lips together and looking pretty ridiculous. His hair is all rumpled, so I hesitantly reach out and comb it down with my fingers.
"I've been thinking about some of this," I begin. "And we're obviously at opposite ends of the spectrum with sex. You said it's all women want you for, and that for you, it's just sex. But for me, it's the opposite. I can't have sex without emotions being there. I think that’s part of our challenge here: for you not to have sex until there are some real feelings involved, and for me to show you that you're more than just a good lay."