"Abram," she called me. "Make this night my greatest memory."
Careful what you wish for. I didn't say it out loud, but she read it in my eyes.
"Say it," she said.
"Be careful what you wish for," I replied.
She smiled, slow and dangerous. "I know exactly what I'm wishing for."
She moved her hand teasingly from her breasts, sliding it down her stomach and between her legs. It didn't stay there long. She pulled it away, letting me see the shine on her fingers before she licked them clean.
My cock hardened painfully against my trousers, the ache sharp and insistent, throbbing so hard it felt like it might tear through the fabric.
"Wait for me here," she said, walking toward the bathroom door with a deliberate sway of her hips, her ass cheeks flexing with every step.
[Countdown: 00:59:21]
The system reminded me as she disappeared inside.
Who does that? I thought. Who gets me this hard, then just walks away?
