I feel the heat of you before me.
Kneeling now -met with the results of my tiny fingertips.
Deft touches having long left you throbbing.
My nails having dragged along your skin, burning you with my own devious nature one too many times.
With my knees pressed deeply into the floor I gaze up at you. Brown eyes search yours with expectancy and a healthy dose of fear. Well earned, given my own habits of testing you.
Yes, I’ve earned every bit of this.
…silently as I whimper aloud, but bite & lick my lips habitually.
They’re wet and parted for you.