“Ever been fisted?”
She hesitated … only if her jungle dreams were actually real was she ever fisted. She was inclined to say no, and yet the memory of that moment came on her so quickly that she was prompted to say, “Yes.”
“More than once?”
“No.”
He sighed. “Humph, I was hoping to be the first, I’ll have to settle for second.”
“But now?” she asked a little worried. “You’re going to fist me now?”
“Should I?”
“I’m sorry but just thinking of it petrifies me.”
“Even when you’ve done it once?”
“Even then.”
“Okay, we’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“And who determines that?”
He lifted her chin to see her face. “That would be me.”
Never had any of her lovers been so forceful on a first date—though it was by a slim margin that she could actually call this s****l rendezvous a first date
