aww. look at the mess you made. and you’re not even embarrassed about it, are you? too far gone to care. too focused on how good it feels to notice how desperate you look right now.
that’s what i like about you when you get like this. no walls. no composure. just you.. completely open and needy and so easy to read. i know exactly what you want. i know exactly what you need. and i’m going to make you ask for it properly before you get any of it.
watching you try to hold yourself together. the way you keep shifting. keep pressing your thighs together. looking for friction that isn’t coming. looking at me like i’m supposed to just give it to you. like that’s how this works.
“please.” barely coherent already. hips shifting. hands reaching for me.
moving them back. placing them at your sides. “no. stay.”
you whimpering. too far gone for embarrassment.
“look at you.” so soft. so warm. cupping your face with both hands. tilting it up. making you look at me properly. “so gone already. so sweet like this.” thumbs stroking your cheeks slow. watching your eyes flutter. “you have no idea how you pathetic and needy you look right now, do you?”
shaking your head. not really processing words anymore.
“that’s what i thought.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. gentle. tender. the kind of tenderness that has something underneath it. “my poor baby.” pulling back. looking at you with a specific look. the one that’s warm and patient and watching everything. “you’re so deep in it and we’ve barely even started.”
watching your breath catch at that.
“please.” again. smaller this time. more broken.
“i heard you the first time.” not moving. just watching. “the answer is the same. use your words. tell me exactly what you need.”
you trying. mouth opening. closing. opening again. “i need— i want— please i just need you to—”
“to what.” so patient. so calm.
“please touch me. please i need— please mommy please i’m so—”
“so what?” leaning in slightly. like i’m genuinely curious. like i want to hear you say it.
“so wet.” barely audible. “please i’m so wet and i need— please mommy please i can’t—”
“can’t what?” tilting my head. eyes on your face. not letting you off the hook.
“i can’t take it anymore. please. please i need you to touch me please mommy please—”
“aww.” so soft. so cooing. pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose. every kiss so gentle. so sweet. hands still cupping your face. “there you go. look at that. you had the words the whole time.”
you whimpering at my words.
“such a good girl.” thumbs stroking your cheeks. “asking so nicely. being so good for me.” watching something in your expression go even softer at the praise. “see? that’s all you had to do.”
finally moving. one hand sliding down slowly. finding you.
pausing.
“oh.” so quiet. so measured. fingers pressing just slightly. feeling exactly how wet you are. the warmth of it. “look at that.” looking up at you. “you really weren’t exaggerating were you.”
you whining slightly. hips pressing toward my hand desperately. trying to get more pressure. trying to get anything.
not giving it yet.
“i know.” so gentle. hand still. fingers barely moving. “i know baby. i feel it.” pressing a kiss to your jaw. your cheek. “you’ve been so patient haven’t you…? sitting here being so good and getting so worked up and not saying anything.”
nodding frantically.
“poor thing.” said so sweetly. so tenderly. “so desperate and trying so hard to be good about it.”
starting to move. barely. just enough to feel. watching your whole body respond immediately.
“there you go.” so warm. so encouraging. “just feel good. you’re doing so well.”
working you slow. taking my time. learning exactly what makes your hips jerk. what makes your breath catch. finding all of it deliberately. memorizing it. using it.
getting you right to the edge.
stopping.
the sound you make.
“shhh.” pressing a kiss to your temple. rubbing your back. soothing. caring. “i know. i know it’s a lot.”
“please—” grabbing at me. “please i was so close please don’t stop please mommy—”
“i know you were.” hand rubbing slow circles on your hip now. no longer where you need it. “you were doing so well too.”
“please.” tears running down your cheeks. “please i’ll be so good please i just need—”
“you are being good.” pressing a kiss to your cheek. catching a tear with my thumb. examining it almost. then looking back at you. “that’s not why i stopped.”
watching your face try to process that.
“i stopped because i wanted to.” so simple. so matter of fact. “because i like watching you like this. because you look so beautiful when you’re desperate.” cupping your face again. looking at you properly. “and because i can.”
you staring at me. completely at my mercy. aware of it now in a way you weren’t before.
“still with me?” so soft. so gentle.
nodding. barely.
“good girl.” pressing a kiss to your mouth. slow and warm. “good. because i’m going to take such good care of you.” pulling back just enough to look at you. that look again. warm and patient and watching everything. “in exactly the way i want to.”
