“Before Sybil could react, Tom grabbed the book out of her hands.
“Hey!” She exclaimed, sitting up and reaching over him.
Using his left hand to hold her off, Tom opened the book with his right and began to read aloud.
“He was harder than he could have imagined, and she had yet to touch herself. His thoughts were jolted as she closed her eyes and moaned. She began to push the fabric of her neckline until one of her round, full breasts was free to be devoured first by his eyes, then his mouth.”
“That doesn’t sound like any Hardy that I read,” Tom said laughing. “Maybe if it had, I’d done better in school.”
Tom having stopped holding her off, Sybil was finally able to reach across him and take the book back.
“It’s just fantasy. Men aren’t usually willing to give a women this much pleasure. That’s the reason women write these books.”
“How do you know T.B. Nightingale is a woman?”
“No man who understands foreplay or oral sex like it’s written here.”
“If you say so, but maybe you just haven’t met the right one yet.”
Sybil rolled her eyes. “No doubt, you consider yourself an expert.”
“Wouldn’t you like to find out,” he said with a smirk.”