No. He interrupts you.

Alex pulls you up. "Wait. Don't. I want to say something first,"
You frown your smooth forehead crinkling. Have you done something to upset him? To make him not want you?

He looks at you, meeting your gaze. "Toni, I don't want you to do anything with me that you don't want to. Last night I took you and had my way with you. We both enjoyed it," you nod your head appreciatively, "but last night was my night. We did what I wanted and how I wanted. Today and tonight are for you. You decide what we do. If you want to have sex all day, great. If you want to go to a movie, great. If you want to learn how to quilt, great. Whatever you want to do, whenever you want to do it."

You step back, shocked. You sit down on the arm of one of the lounge chairs. You're speechless. In four weeks, you've been fucked by more people, men and women, than you can think of off the top of your head. And not once, has a single one of them asked you what you wanted. You don't know what to do.

You open your mouth. You're going to tell Alex what you want. You're going to tell him to bend you over, ram his dick into your jinny and then cum on your face. You're about to tell him that when you stop. It hits you like a truck. You don't have to! Alex is willing to do what you want. Your need to please him and do as he wants will be satisfied by doing what you want. And your own lust can be sated when you want. If only you knew what else you wanted to do...