Might as well.

“As did I,” you exhale. “The best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“And will ever have,” she replies as she climbs into the bed. She cuddles next to you, kissing your neck. She nuzzles her nose against you and rubs her cheeks against you. “If you ever want to go again, all you have to do is think really hard about me.”

You swallow; the feeling of her lips against your skin might get you hard about her now. “You aren’t going to visit me on your own?”

“Well, I probably will. But the fact you took control of the moment and didn’t sell yourself out completely tells me you probably aren’t my type.” She bites softly down, making you jolt slightly. “The moment you decided not to have me do what I wanted to do told me that you’re not a mindless sex-fiend, which is good and all, but not what I prefer in a toy.”

The tone of her voice is as low and lusty as usual but seems more...friendly somehow. Something changed in her line of thinking. This relationship just became more equal. But, of course, you aren’t going to ask what she means, despite your curious human nature.

“Oh, it’s like 2 o’clock in the morning. Your friends are probably worried about you.” She says as she stands up. “I was planning on something else, but I can show you the way out if you’d like.”

If it’s that late, it means you've been down here for about 17 hours. That’s less than ideal. “Yeah...I should probably get going….”

“Boo,” she moans. “Well, until we see again…”

She leans in and kisses you. She gently pushes you back into bed, where your world starts to fade into darkness. Just before your vision blacks out completely, you can hear it promise she’s not going to take you back.