His words reminded me of my impatience. I was embarrassed, and the sweat on my forehead turned cold.

I wanted to find a corner to hide, but his hands were fixed around my waist and his penis was between my legs, locking my delicate body. I was too shy to look into his eyes, so I grabbed the silky covers to bury my face.

He sat up with his arm around my waist, pulling the covers down and touching my forehead to wipe my sweat, and asked me in a soft voice, "How do you ...