Proposition Him for Sex

You stand up as smoothly as you can muster, considering you’re practically dripping. You give him a smile that you hope is disarming, and you hold out your hand.

“Hi. How are you?” You berate yourself mentally, worst pickup line ever.

The man looks down at your hand, and you realize that it’s the same hand you were just using to finger yourself. There was still a little moisture on them from your own inherent wetness. You come to the realization and start to pull your hand away, blood rushing to your face.

The man reaches out and takes your hand before you’ve completely with drawn it. Then he pulls it up to his mouth, and gives you a kiss like a knight might kiss a princess. At least, it would have been if you hadn’t also felt the barest hint of the flick of a tongue against your fingertips.

Oh, but he was sly. It looks like he wanted a taste, did he? At least it seems like he’s on the same page as you. You suddenly found your blood rushing to a completely different place.

“Do you know how you got here?” You ask, not wanting to draw notice to your fingers.

He shook his head without taking his eyes off of yours. “Not a clue, but I don’t regret it.”

“Want to go back to the room?” You ask, hesitantly.

The man barely nodded before moving, pulling you by your hand with him. Your robe and his clothing were off before you even reached the bed.