"You're sure awfully silent, Phillip. A penny for your thoughts."

He smiled sheepishly at her, embarrassed, and she was certain that he had been thinking of the thrilling action of fucking her cunt with his stiff prick.

He squeezed her arm. His palms were hot and sweaty, as though he had a fever.

"I didn't know that anything could be bought for a penny nowadays, what with inflation and all," he said.

She rubbed her hand across his belly, felt it quiver as she touched the strip of flesh just above his belt line.

"I'm willing to offer more."

She looked up into his eyes read the fire raging within them. His eyes seemed to be exploring her, trying to read her thoughts, to fathom her intentions, her willingness. She knew the signs of her desire blazed back at him, but he didn't know how to read them. He was unsure of himself, didn't know her well enough to reckon that she wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, bending his head toward her.

She lifted to meet his kiss. It was tender, his lips pressing lightly to hers. She wanted him to open his mouth, but he didn't and she was disappointed.

"Do you find me exciting?" she asked, her mouth still close to his, so that their breaths mingled.

She kissed him again, opening her mouth, her kiss warm and wet. For an instant, her tongue touched his lips, licked their fullness then withdrew. He started at her touch, but before he could respond she had gone.

"Terribly exciting," he said.

His hand stroked her cheek, his fingers tracing the soft outline of her jaw, then brushing across her mouth. She kissed his fingertips, licked the palm of his hand, nibbled at the ends of his fingers, all the while making a low mewling sound of pleasure.

"I'm no Goddess, Phillip. And I don't want to be adored. I'm real, flesh and blood, and I want to be loved like a woman. Do you understand what I'm saying?"