“You need to eat,” I whispered, taking his hand off my overly sensitive cock and kissing his fingers.
“No food,” he growled, reaching for me again.
Thankfully, I was prepared for just such a circumstance. I pulled away with a stern look and he went complacent, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes.
“Get on your back,” I commanded.
He rolled over instantly, splaying himself so that I could see that needy hole and impossibly hard dick.
“Hands up. Grab the headboard.”
He obeyed that order also, but this time I caught a hint of wariness in his gaze. It made sense. So far, we’d fucked only with me behind him, with him on all fours. But I just couldn’t get it up again, so I needed to do things a little differently this time.
I reached for the basket on the floor beside the bed. The items I’d requested were there, ready and waiting, though I hadn’t needed them till now. It took only a second for me to locate the thick dildo, and I gave a triumphant smile.