Mm. Or maybe I'm just a dictator, taking what I want...
[An emphasis is placed on the want, drawing that word out as she gives him that heated look, although the laughter in his tone has her huffing a little. It fades as quickly as it comes though, as of course he isn't just going to idly sit there and let her boss him around, at least not completely... She can feel the goosebumps start to rise over her skin, knowing that nothing he is doing is accidental.
It's heat that flushes to her core as his thumb teases, drawing her nipple to a perk, and yes, she would have to admit that it is completely lovely, but it could be better still.]
But perhaps you have persuaded me...
[That low purr to her voice and she makes no effort to remain still, hips continuing to slowly rock, liking the friction of their two bodies pressing together, of the surety of his grip, the controlled manner in which his hand moves. She slowly moves back, weight shifting to grind harder down, thighs tightening to keep herself steady as her hands leave him, to slowly tug her own shirt upwards. It is a quick of an eyebrow, arousal clear on her features as her eyes never leave his.]
no subject
[An emphasis is placed on the want, drawing that word out as she gives him that heated look, although the laughter in his tone has her huffing a little. It fades as quickly as it comes though, as of course he isn't just going to idly sit there and let her boss him around, at least not completely... She can feel the goosebumps start to rise over her skin, knowing that nothing he is doing is accidental.
It's heat that flushes to her core as his thumb teases, drawing her nipple to a perk, and yes, she would have to admit that it is completely lovely, but it could be better still.]
But perhaps you have persuaded me...
[That low purr to her voice and she makes no effort to remain still, hips continuing to slowly rock, liking the friction of their two bodies pressing together, of the surety of his grip, the controlled manner in which his hand moves. She slowly moves back, weight shifting to grind harder down, thighs tightening to keep herself steady as her hands leave him, to slowly tug her own shirt upwards. It is a quick of an eyebrow, arousal clear on her features as her eyes never leave his.]