littlegirl

"you're making it too easy" i say watching your throat move as you swallow. so cute. it makes me wonder though if you’re this flustered just because i’m standing in your personal space, how are you going to survive when i actually put my hands on you? if you’re losing your breath over a look you’re never going to keep it together when i have you pinned down.

"go on" i tell you my voice dropping an octave “take a deep breath for me” you’re trying so hard too. it’s almost a shame. you look so overwhelmed i almost feel bad for what’s about to happen. almost. but you really shouldn’t have handed me all this power if you werent prepared for me to use it.

"give me your hand. don't hesitate." your fingers feel so small in mine trembling so much i have to wonder if they even know what they’re supposed to do. i bet you thought you’d be helpful thought you could keep up. but seeing you like this all nervous and shaky hands, it makes me think you’re much more suited for collapsing than participating.

"tell me sweetheart" i say leaning in "are you actually going to be useful or are you just going to sit there and let me ruin you? because i’m starting to think you don’t have a choice anymore” you’re already mine and we haven't even started. it’s pathetic really and god i love how much you’re enjoying it.

there’s that little hitch in your breath. you’re so sensitive i can feel your pulse through your fingertips. I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already looking at me like i’m your entire world. you thought you could handle me? you can barely handle the idea of me.

"eyes up" i tell you. i want to see the exact moment your brain gives up. i want to see your eyes widen as i pull you an inch closer. "don’t look away. i want you to see exactly who’s ruining you”

i slide my hand up your thigh and your breath just vanishes. so reactive. every time my fingers caresses you i feel that spark. i can feel exactly how much you’re aching, how much your body is begging for me to stop being nice and start being yours.

"i'm going to be so thorough with you" i promise my hand moving higher, towards my favorite spot. finding out exactly how much of a mess you’ve truly made for me. you’re so wet so ready. when i finally slide two fingers inside you i want to hear that specific broken sound you make, the one that tells me you’ve forgotten everything but the rhythm i’m setting. i’ll stretch you out slow and deep until you’re arching off the sheets just to get closer to me.

and once i have you shaking right on the edge of cumming, that’s when i’m going down "i want to taste how much you want this" i whisper against your skin. i want to feel your thighs trembling against my ears while i use my tongue to ruin what’s left of your composure. i’m going to take my time humming against you until the vibration makes your knees give out. i want to watch you cum from the best seat in the house. right between your legs.