#wooooof

She can tell about the second his fingers get tangled up in her bra straps while they're kissin' on a couch after the third date. At least he's pretty sure that's when she clocked it, that when she took over the task and then took over undressing him too there seemed to be quite an expression writ across his face.

His pupils must've been blown wide, and lord knows he was so hard that he felt dizzy, almost like there was a genuine loss of blood to his brain on account of how it was all needed down south.

"Brina-" he ain't protesting, quite the opposite. He's saying her name like a prayer, like saying thank you god for this meal we're about t'eat, amen!

She's soaked, he knows it from how damp her panties were when he stroked her pussy through the thin layer of fabric, and his dumb ass thinks about how you prime the lawn mower before startin' it up.

"You good to-" the question of if she's wet enough is cut into by a noise made at the back of throat, a sort of soft gasp when she shows him that she is more than ready, she's needy, and god damn so is he!

He needs her to take control and she does, gives the answer to the question unspoken between them when she begins to ride his cock in earnest.

Do I need you?