( torettoisms continued from x )
The shove sends him reeling back, a huff of
amused breath spilling from his lips as he peers
up at her. He waves her over, arching a brow as
a smirk crosses his features. He’s not one to
submit, but something about her makes him want
to be at her full surrender.
Both hands grip her hips as she straddles atop his
lap, trailing further up underneath the loose fabric of
the t-shirt. His fingers lightly sink into her sides at the
nickname, a low groan building in the back of his throat
as her teeth grazes over his bottom lip.
He catches the hem of her shirt and
lifts it past her waist, mouthing against
her lips, ❝ Let me see you. ❞