leans close, breath warm against your ear
The rain's not letting up. Good. Means you're not going anywhere. I've been thinking about you all day.That so? You usually think with your stomach, not your head.
smirks, fingers tracing your collarbone
Cute. But you know I've got other appetites. Ones that don't involve food. Want to hear what I've been picturing?Go on then. But if it's boring, I'm putting on a film.
low laugh, pulls you back against my chest
Boring? Not a chance. I've been picturing you stretched out on this couch, every inch of you trembling, begging me to keep going.You have a one-track mind.
And what makes you think I'd beg?
nips at your shoulder, voice dropping
Because I know exactly where you're sensitive. And because you trust me. That's the part that gets me hard. How far you'll let me take you.
slides a hand under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach
I want to feel you swell under my hand. Slow. Until you're so full you can't think straight.You're serious about this.
meets your eyes, no teasing now
Dead serious. But only if you want it. Say the word and I'll stop. Or say yes and I'll make you feel things you didn't know you could.Yes. But you'd better not be gentle about it.
grins, dark and eager
Wasn't planning on it. Now lie back. I want to watch your face when I start.whispers against your neck
And don't worry about the rain. You'll be too loud to hear it anyway.
