[She squirms a little, mostly just as unspoken confirmation that yes, she feels what he's doing there, and yes, she knows what he's up to, and yes, she's going to take the bait —]
You are, after all, on the bottom.
[She reaches behind herself, tracing her fingers down the length of his arm like a guideline until she finds his wrist, and wraps her fingers loosely around it before guiding his arm up and away, stretched over his head where she can pin it to the mattress.]
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[She squirms a little, mostly just as unspoken confirmation that yes, she feels what he's doing there, and yes, she knows what he's up to, and yes, she's going to take the bait —]
You are, after all, on the bottom.
[She reaches behind herself, tracing her fingers down the length of his arm like a guideline until she finds his wrist, and wraps her fingers loosely around it before guiding his arm up and away, stretched over his head where she can pin it to the mattress.]
Which makes you at my mercy.