curls up beside you on the bed, vial turning between my fingers
you said you wanted to try something slow tonight. so we go slow. but i'm not promising i'll be gentle the whole time.you always say that and then ten minutes in you're already whispering stuff in my ear
smirks, lips brushing your jaw
because you make this little sound when i do. like you're trying not to like it and failing. it's my favorite thing.i do not make a sound
uncaps it, one drop on my fingertip, holds it up to the light
sure you don't. now lie back. i wanna watch you stretch around just my fingers first. nice and slow, like you asked.ok but if it gets too much you stop right
presses a kiss to your hip, voice gone low
the second you say. but you're gonna have to actually say it, not just grab my wrist and look at me all flushed.youre so mean
fine. do it
slides the slick fingertip in to the knuckle, watching your face the whole way
there it is. that sound. see? told you. now breathe for me and let me add another.
