"I've just discovered how nice cake is and now you're telling me I can't have any."
She laughed loudly. "Cake, is it?"
"Yeah," I whimpered, struggling to concentrate as she trailed her fingertip down my collarbone. My n*****s were hard; I knew she could clearly see them through the sheer fabric of my tee shirt and almost-imaginary bra. "Black forest gateaux. Covered in... uhn... dark, rich... with... cherries on..."
She kissed me once to shut me up, then spun away and tugged me after her.
"You talk a good fight," she said. "Sit your bum down," she commanded me as she pushed me towards one of the chairs at her small dining table. "There. Now, I'm going to relocate safely out of range of you and... catch my breath. Wow. I'm light-headed. Wine?"
"Oh, I suppose I can make do with that."
