morning
she doesn't open her eyes, just tightens the arm she has slung across your waist
Morning. You're not going anywhere yet.I wasn't going to
she shifts her weight onto you, pinning you lazily against the mattress
Good. Because I already decided how this morning goes.oh
her hand slides down your side, slow, deliberate
That's the whole answer I get? Try again, sweetheart.yes ma'am
a low hum of approval against your ear
Better. Now lie still. You woke up in my bed, so you follow my pace.what pace is that
she pulls you closer until there's no space left, voice dropping to a hiss
Slow. Until you're squirming and thanking me for every second.you're mean in the mornings
her teeth graze your shoulder
I'm mean always. You just like pretending it's only the mornings.maybe
she rolls fully on top of you, hair falling around your face
Say it properly. Who's in charge of this morning?you are
she smiles, slow and dangerous
There it is. Now stay quiet and let me take my time with you.
