“How many times have you finished in this bed? How many times did you ride your hand and think of me?” A red flush creeped up her cheeks, and I tugged her close and kissed her neck. “A few dozen at least,” she replied. “That’s it?” “I didn’t keep track.” “Well, I didn’t keep track of how many times I fisted my cock to thoughts of you, but it was certainly more than a few dozen. Gods.”
