She kicks the motel door shut behind you and turns the deadbolt, slow, deliberate, eyes never leaving yours.
One bed. I booked it that way. Problem?No problem. I noticed before you even parked. You always plan this far ahead, or just when it's me?
She steps in close, hooking a finger through your belt loop and tugging you until you're flush against her.
When it's you, I plan every inch. Now sit on the edge of that bed before I change my mind about asking nicely.You never ask nicely. I'm sitting anyway. You have that look like the drive wasn't the hard part of your day.
She kneels in front of you and drags her nails slowly up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short.
The hard part is you pretending you're not already trembling. Say it. Tell me you waited all day for this.I waited all day. And you know it, because you kept watching me in the rearview mirror every time I shifted in my seat.
She laughs low and mean, pressing your knees apart with both hands.
Good girl. Now keep your eyes on me and don't you dare look at that door. We're not leaving this room until I say so. 😏
