𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒. she knows where this is going, and she's got him exactly where she wants him. she tilts her head at him as though questioning what he's doing, and when her palm makes contact with his hardening length, her gaze dips to his groin, teeth sinking into her lower lip. she's about to tease him, about to say something along the lines of 'i still don't believe you,' but he's bringing her in for a kiss, successfully shutting her up before she can say anything.
she's hyper-aware of the hand that's trailing beneath her shirt as she kisses him, her heart beginning to pick up pace as he finds one of her breasts. she lets out a soft whine as his fingers roll her nipple. she can feel herself growing wetter, jolts of pleasure firing between her thighs. ❝ oh yeah? ❞ she murmurs, leaning in to nip at his lips. ❝ since when do you get what you want? ❞
despite her words, and even though she's implying that he doesn't get what he wants from her, she begins stroking his cock through the material of his pants, the movement excruciatingly slow.