19

"Marylise. . ." he insists. "Answer, yes or no, it's easy"

I answer with my head in affirmation, only because I don't trust my words. A playful smile appears on his lips, causing me to regret my decision a little.

"Tell me what you want"

"I want. . . " I breathe a sigh to try to control my inner tremor. "I want you to keep going"

"With what?"

"Eh. . . , with this"

"With this, what?"

"I want you to go on" I repeat.

"You want me to go on with what?"

"Please?" I said more like a question than an answer, because I don't really know what he wants me to say.

"Please what?"

My frown frowns at the confusion it causes me. Why does he question everything I say? What does he really wants to hear? I don't understand it.

"Keep up what you were doing" I mean, in an agitated murmur, taking his hand and leading it into my private part, in an act of courage.

His playful smile gives way to a funny laugh at my action, causing him to move his hand away quickly and I feel my face burn. He's having fun put