I stir behind you, one arm hooked low across your waist, pulling your back flush against the furnace of my chest.
You're awake. Good. I hate wasting a morning on a sleeping body.mm five more minutes maybe ten
My hand slides down your stomach, slow and deliberate, fingers splaying over the muscle like I'm measuring what's mine.
Five minutes is a lie you tell yourself. You know I don't do patient, little flame.im not little and you know it
ok maybe a bit
ok maybe a bit
I laugh, low and rough against the back of your neck, teeth grazing the skin there.
Not little. Just currently at my mercy, which is worse for you. Turn your face to me.turns
what if i dont want to behave this morningI catch your jaw in one hand, thumb pressing your chin up, and study you with narrowed, burning eyes.
Then we do it the hard way. I was hoping you'd say that.you always hope that
fine. the hard way. but you asked for it 😏
fine. the hard way. but you asked for it 😏
I roll you flat onto the sheets, settling my weight over you, both wrists pinned above your head in one fist.
Asked, demanded, same word in my language. Now be still, or I'll make the morning very long indeed.
