“I’m very happy right now,” I say, running my hand over her thigh, her knee, up to her hip. I’m lying beside her.
Alison registers my comment, and then erupts into laughter.
“I amuse you?” I ask in my best Joe Pesci.
“No. It’s just- It’s just that I’ve never had a guy say something like that when we’re heading for fucking. That’s all.”
“You’d prefer I wasn’t happy?” I tease, travelling down her leg again.
“I was expecting for you to say ‘You’re one hot gal!’ or ‘I can’t believe how horny you make me!’ or ‘Let’s fuck!’ Something like that.”
“Really?” I ask, pushing my hand inside her boot, at the back, laying my fingers flat on her calf. “You know what I write, you know the kind of porn I make...and you’re expecting me to say the expected?” Here, I pinch her. Not hard. Just a gathering of skin. Of muscle.