Nefretiri
I giggled as Ivan fell back against the edge of the mattress, gasping as he tried to catch his breath for the second time.
"Where… did you learn… to do that?" Ivan's voice cracked, unable to stop panting.
"Books from the library," I grinned, my pride floating on clouds. "I take it you approve?"
"Love reading…" he admitted, moaning as pleasure rippled through his nerves. "A book taught you to do that?"
"They taught me to do a lot of things," I whispered as if it's a secret.
"Don't worry." He whispered back. "I won't tell anyone."
"No one would believe you anyway," I sighed, my body humming with satisfaction as I tried rolling off his lap.
"Where are you going?" Ivan grabbed my hips, sitting me back on his lap where we'd started.
This was the third failed attempt to get food. Somehow, we'd ended up on the carpet.
"I'm giving you a chance to breathe," I said, struggling to slow my breathing.
