There was something about the thought of him lounging back in bed while you fumbled with your own pleasure that made him hard instantly. You, all innocent and silly, grinding against a pillow, trying to figure out just the right angle to hit that clit, your soft moans filling the room. And him… not there to do the job and give you an orgasm like he did every time.

You stared at him, then stared at the pillow, a little confused by his request. “What?”