boys who want to pretend theyre in control just to test my patience. whining when i go for your neck, telling me how its not fair that i get to do all the biting. sure, sweetheart, fine. straddle my lap and tell me to keep my hands to myself. youre so cute and lovely on top of me that im willing to entertain you. bare my neck for you, keep my cool, even though we both know youre bad at being rough. that youre not fast enough. too gentle to do anything hard even when you try, and all you manage to do is get yourself worked up and needy for me to take over. you tell me you've got this but as time goes on i can feel how your arms wrap around my neck like you want to bury yourself in me, and i can feel your hips rocking against mine, like all youve managed to do is get yourself all wet. are you going to let me touch you now? my hands are already sliding slowly up your shirt before you can respond, and even if you try to keep up the act and say you dont want it, that you dont want me to take you, your voice is shaky and your body betrays you.
and ill flip you over easy, lay you down gently as my hands rake over that pretty body, listen to you whine. i touch the base of your thigh and laugh when i see how easily your legs twitch open involuntarily. your body knows what it needs. see how much better it is when you just let me take control? over you, between your legs, mouth trailing down from your jaw to your throat. that was cute, but you're gonna let me show you now, aren't you, baby? and that pretty little head is just gonna nod yes