i love having you beneath me just absolutely desperate to be fucked. you grab my hand and drag it down because you can’t bear it anymore. cute, but i want you to use your words. tell me you want me to fuck you. you’re aching so badly that the words pour out so easily, but i don’t think you deserve it yet. i’ll tease your entrance until you’re squirming and pleading “please, please, i want it so badly, i want to feel your fingers inside me” but i’m having too much fun making this as slow and torturous as possible. why would i stop when i can feel how wet i’m making you? your begging grows breathier and hungrier, “please now, i need it now,” and i almost want to indulge you.
but that would be too easy. and not nearly as fun as removing my fingers completely and smirking at the desperate little mess i’ve made of you.
