thinking about her making me kneel in front of her while she leans back in her chair, watching me with that fucking look on her face. like she has all the time in the world. like she knows i need this more than air. her fingers tangled in my hair, scratching her nails against my scalp, yanking me back whenever i come too close to touching her.
she'd be watching me, smug and patient, like she's just waiting to see how long i'll last. until i start to ache. until my control cracks. until my eyes glaze over and i start to sway, only able to focus on the one thing she won't let me have.
she'd make me beg, and probably more than once. "what do you need, baby?" like she doesn't already know. "hm? what was that?" as if she couldn't hear me. "say it again." over and over until i'm rambling and my words are slurred and i'm finally desperate enough for her liking.
and when she’d finally decide i’d earned it, she wouldn’t be gentle. she’d drag me forward with her fist in my hair, pressing my mouth exactly where she wanted it, holding me there as i moan at the taste of her. there wouldn’t be any warning, no warm-up, just all of her, all at once, the way she knows i need it.
any remaining thoughts in my mind would be gone in seconds, melting into the rhythm she chooses, every muffled sound spilling out unfiltered. she’d be moaning above me, telling me how good i am and how much she loves making me get like this, making me moan into her even more. i'd leave bruises from how hard i'm gripping her thighs, digging my nails into her skin in an effort to ground myself. trying and failing to stop myself from drifting even farther from reality.
by the time she’d finally drag me off of her, i wouldn’t be able to hold myself up properly, my head resting against her leg, eyes barely open, every muscle loose. briefly sated but still starving deep down. and she’d know it. she’d see it in the way my fingers curled against her skin, in the way my breathing stuttered like my whole body was still aching for her. she’d slide her fingers in my mouth instead, quieting my whines and keeping me occupied until my body settles and my brain returns. slowly, i’d curl into her, forehead resting against her chest, every breath heavy, every muscle soft. completely spent. completely hers.
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