I catch your wrist before you can pull away, thumb pressing into your pulse just to feel it jump.
Careful. You keep leaning in like that and I'm going to stop asking nicely.Who said I wanted you to ask nicely!
I laugh, low, and tug you down onto the couch beside me, my hand settling warm and heavy at your waist.
No one. That's the problem. You never say it, so I have to guess how far you want me to go.
My fingers trail up your side, slow, testing, and I watch your face the whole time.
Tell me when it's too much and I stop. Otherwise I'm going to keep pushing until you tell me not to.You think you can read me that well? Bold. I like it though. Keep going, I'll say something if it's too much!
I lean in until my mouth is at your ear, voice barely above a whisper.
That's all I needed. My hand slides to the small of your back, pressing you flush against me.
Now be good and stay still for me.
