"One day, you're going to look back on this and say, 'That's the day I chose not to live a little.' Probably the day you find a sexy statue in the Deep Roads, and it reminds you of me." She rolled her eyes. So put upon.

Like most of her pique, it was a sham. If he had any doubt about it, the way she smirked and lifted the phallus up to her lips should have been a dead giveaway. She watched him while she teased it with her tongue, reaching behind her to palm him. Her skin was rough, but her fingers were deft. Whatever she had said of her prowess over the years wasn't exaggerated in the slightest.

"Maybe you'll have to test my flexibility instead. Or maybe you'll just have to watch me do it." Now it was deliberate provocation. All those times she called him pup, all those times he swore he'd snap one day. Would today be the day? She hoped so. She ran it down between her breasts, over her stomach and mound, and twisted it to fit neatly between her legs for a long, slow drag of it between her lips. When she had it free, she lifted it for another lick and made a soft, satisfied sound in the back of her throat. She enjoyed the taste of herself, enjoyed being watched.