"No," I answered, even though I wanted the exact opposite.
As soon as I said it, my body pulsed and my clit throbbed hard, begging for his fingers to delve between my legs so that I could orgasm all over his fingers again.
I denied myself and I hated that I had to. I needed to keep a clear head and I couldn't allow my desire for him to cloud my judgment.
The moment the word left my lips though, I regretted my decision.
My denial seemed to make my arousal surge even harder from the depths within me and when my clit began to throb, I did my best to swallow my misery.
If he noticed, he said nothing and instead uncurled his arm from around my waist and let me go. I was finally free to move.
The fire had gone out while we slept and there was a crisp morning breeze rustling the leaves all around us.
I took my cloak back in my fingers and shrugged it back around my shoulders, snuggling it close to chase away the chill.
