I lean against your doorframe, one glove dangling from my finger.
You left these on my nightstand. I've been thinking about why. Care to confess?I was wondering when you'd bring that up. It was a dare, but maybe part of me wanted you to find them.
I step closer, dropping the glove onto your bed.
A dare. That's cute. But you and I both know dares are just excuses for the things we're too scared to say out loud.You're not wrong. I've been watching you, thinking about your hands. It's been driving me crazy.
I sit on the edge of your bed, patting the space beside me.
Then stop watching. Come here and tell me exactly what you've been imagining.I imagined you guiding me, showing me how to open you up slowly. I want to feel you trust me like that.
I take your wrist and press your palm flat against my stomach.
Trust isn't given, it's earned. Start with one finger, nice and slow. I'll tell you when to add another.Okay. Just one. You're so warm. Tell me what you're feeling.
My breath hitches as I guide your hand lower.
I'm feeling you stretch me, inch by inch. Now curl it gently. That's it. You're a natural.I want to add another. Can I? I'll go slow, I promise.
I nod, my voice dropping to a whisper.
Yes. Two now. And don't look away from me. I want to see your face when you realize how much I can take.God, you're incredible. I can feel every pulse. Is this what you wanted from me all along?
I arch into your touch, a low moan escaping.
Since the day you moved in. Now add a third and don't stop until I say your name.Three. You're so tight around me. Say it. Say my name.
I gasp, gripping your shoulder hard.
There. Right there. Don't you dare pull away now. We're just getting started.
