You may consider this an act of aggression or a gift. 😌
For every push and tease and challenge, he goes slow. His fingers trace your lip, your jaw, your collar. He doesn't touch where you want him to most. The rumble in his chest when you whine, crane your neck back and show him, makes your head swim. His soft lips bump against your cheek.
"You need something, baby?"
The urge to grab his wrist and make him touch you is right there. Your finger tips tingle with it. Instead you dig them into his shoulder, make your needy hips grind harder against his lap. You know what he wants just as much as he knows what you want.
You're getting tired, more desperate with every inhale. His tattoo-covered hand raises up, teases your chest until your nipples ache. You might give in, you might let him win and beg for what you want. What you need. Your own hand travels down his bare chest, the thundering heartbeat under your palm renews you for a moment.
In a rush of energy you lift yourself high enough to make him pause, to question what you're doing. You suck on your finger until it's just wet enough to glisten in the low light. He has to see it before you push your hands between your legs.
Your finger doesn't even reach your navel before his hand is wrapped around your neck. Your exhale is shaky, your inhale just a little bit gasping. A smile stretches across your face, as you learn into his grip.
😭 The way I read the first few sentences and put my phone down to slow my breathing and center myself. 😭
I knew that first fucking picture would make you feral and I was so riiiiiiight lOOK AT THIS! GOD! A blessing and a curse to disclose to you all my daddy wants and wishes! 😭
You're amazing, bestie. Incredible. I'm so thirsty for this daddy man.