"Wait!" she cried, twisting to look back at me. "Please!"
"What?" I snarled, ready to take her. The tip of my c**k burned at her opening.
"Not like this," she said.
I was stunned at being stopped.
"What??"
With a strangled noise, I fell to my haunches behind her, and flopped backward to crash onto the floor.
"I asked you if you were sure!!" I cried at her, at the ceiling, at the world, frustrated by the interruption.
She rolled on the bed, kicking the skirt free of her foot, and lifted her head to look down the length of her body at where I lay on the floor, breathing hard.
"We're friends whatever comes, Pigeon," I told the room, biting off the words, "but would you please make up your f*****g mind?"
"I'm sorry," she said, pleadingly. "I just..."
"You just what?"
"I've fantasize
