i want to crawl on top of you, want to see the bulge of your strap through those jeans. my legs on either side, keeping you there. your hands automatically finding my waist, fingers gently digging into the soft flesh of my hips. right where they belong.
except this time, slowly, i peel them off. interlacing my hands with yours and pinning them above your head. your lips part, brows raised in surprise.
“gonna use you, and you’re going to let me…aren’t you?” i purr, and despite our usual arrangement you find yourself nodding along almost mindlessly. a smile tugs on my lips, and your eyes fall to them..glossy with that strawberry scented lip gloss I’ve been obsessed with recently.
and slowly at first, my hips rock..back and forth, lashes fluttering closed against my cheeks and I breathe out. my hands keeping yours gently above your head and you haven’t found the will to move them. entranced.
then, faster..more desperate, those little whimpers falling from my lips “oh fuck, please” i’d beg, and your hips would buck. my eyes would snap open, my hands finding your thighs. “don’t..move. did I say you could move?” I’d ask, eyes dark. usually so submissive. you swallow, shaking your head no.
i’d move again, desperate. needy. so fucking close that you can feel the dampness where it’s soaked through my panties leaving a dark spot on your jeans.
“f-fuck, please please please” i’d breathe, a strangled whine falling from my lips and my thighs clenching on either side of you.
“please what baby?” you’d ask, finally finding your voice again. thick with desire, slow and steady..the way that makes me shiver.
and suddenly, i’d be on my back..my legs thrown over your shoulder while you take exactly what you want. and i’d let you.
