Silence.

I added, "You like it?"

He met my eyes, and there was lust and shame at the same time. Difficult to describe. "I don't think I can tell you what I think."

I rolled the other way to face him, letting my arms rock beneath me and lay toward him. He could see me, the front of me, my hair fallen around my face, my breasts tied and exposed. The way I had rolled left the sheet even lower than it had been and I realized that every time I moved it was slipping down my thighs. The sheet lay impossibly low on my abdomen, my dark pussy hairs...