Slow. Methodical. To the point where you feel your defenses slipping away and surrender beginning to set in. Maybe today, you think, you’ll be made to cum. It’s been so long.
My fingers collect more of your wetness. Using your body’s natural reactions against itself.
“Stay still,” I say, smiling.
You begin to shutter slightly.
Up and down…so slowly…
Your breath quickens…you begin to pant. You know I love watching you try and not squirm. If only I was behind you, roughly thrusting into you. THAT’s what you think you need. You crave it. The more your need increases, the worse you need me in you.
“Please…” you beg between gasps.
Up and down…
