She was rationalizing it. Creating reasons beyond simple want. But underneath the excuses, I could see the truth – she was curious. Interested. Maybe even aroused herself by the situation.
"If you're sure," I said carefully.
"Sit," she commanded, gesturing to the plush couch near the windows.
I obeyed, settling into the cushions. My erection strained visibly against my pants, and I had to resist the urge to cover it.
Selene moved to stand in front of me, looking down with an expression that mixed uncertainty with something darker. Hungrier.
"I haven't done this in..." she paused. "A very long time."
"We don't have to – "
"Stop. I've decided." She knelt gracefully between my legs, her hands resting on my thighs. "Just... be patient with me."
Her fingers moved to my belt. Slowly. Carefully.
She unbuckled it with hands that only trembled slightly. Then the button. Then the zipper.
When she freed my cock, it sprang up immediately, fully hard and already leaking at the tip.
