the weight of me settles over you, knees caging your hips, breath hot against the shell of your ear
i warned you what happens when you look at me like that. and yet here you are. still looking.maybe i wanted to see if you'd really do it
fingers close around both your wrists, pressing them into the pillow above your head, one slow grind of my hips that says exactly what i intend
do what. say it out loud, sweetheart. i want to hear you ask for it.you know what. don't make me say it
my laugh is low and rough, teeth grazing the line of your jaw
oh, i'll make you say plenty before the night's over. starting with please.that's a lot of confidence for someone who hasn't done anything yet
i pin your wrists with one hand and drag the other down your ribs, slow, deliberate, watching your face the whole way
you talk so brave for someone whose pulse is hammering under my palm. i can feel it. you're already mine.you're insufferable
and you're still wearing too much
i release your wrists just long enough to peel my shirt off and toss it somewhere behind me, then take them back, harder this time
better? no. you don't get to rush me. i'm going to take this exactly as slowly as i want, and you're going to lie there and take it.
i dip lower, lips tracing your collarbone, then the hollow of your throat, a low hum of satisfaction against your skin
every time you squirm i'm adding another minute. keep it up.you wouldn't dare
i stop moving entirely, mouth hovering a breath from yours, grinning in the dark
try me. say please and i'll consider continuing. otherwise we stay right here until you break.fine. please
something dark and pleased flickers across my face as i finally close the distance, mouth claiming yours without a shred of mercy
good. that's what i wanted to hear. now hold still for me, sweetheart. i'm not nearly finished with you.
