“But you want me to go on, to get my own satisfaction?” she said.
He laughed grimly: “I want it!” he said. “That’s good! I want to hang on with my teeth clenched, while you go for me!”
“But don’t you?” she insisted.
He avoided the question. “All the darned women are like that,” he said. “Either they don’t go off at all, as if they were dead in there … or else they wait till a chap’s really done, and then they start in to bring themselves off, and a chap’s got to hang on. I never had a woman yet who went off just at the same moment as I did.”
Connie only half heard this piece of novel, masculine information. She was only stunned by his feeling against her … his incomprehensible brutality. She felt so innocent.
“But you want me to have my satisfaction too, don’t you?” she repeated.
“Oh, all right! I’m quite willing. But I’m darned if hanging on waiting for a woman to go off is much of a game for a