Deucalion turned off the toy and set it on the bedside table. Then he helped her roll off of him to lay on her side of the bed. For a moment, she just laid there, breathing hard, but soon she was able to roll to her side and look up at him. Hugging her pillow to her chest, she said, "Your turn."
He frowned. "What?"
She motioned to his hips. "Don't tell me you're not hard. I know better."
When he started shaking his head, Allison felt brave enough to reach over, dig through the hole in the pajama pants, and grip him. He was indeed hard. He hissed in a breath through his teeth.
Allison squeezed him. "Like I said, your turn. I want to watch."
Dark brows rocketed to his hairline. "You want to watch me pump myself off?"
She gave him very direct eye contact. "Yes. I wanna see what you look
