[ She can feel every bit of that, can see the control he's exerting when she glances at him and it's still there, it's at once beautiful and something she wants to tear to pieces. She doesn't want him to have any control left, anything to make him deny her what she wants.
She laughs at that question, because soon is the precise opposite of the point here, and her lips drift lower, seeking out the areas she knows he's sensitive him, one hand sliding across his hip and inwards, slow and steady. ] Maybe if you ask just right. [ It's less what she wants, even, and more what she needs here. She needs what she can get out of this, and maybe that makes it counter intuitive to drag it out but she still wants to. ]
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She laughs at that question, because soon is the precise opposite of the point here, and her lips drift lower, seeking out the areas she knows he's sensitive him, one hand sliding across his hip and inwards, slow and steady. ] Maybe if you ask just right. [ It's less what she wants, even, and more what she needs here. She needs what she can get out of this, and maybe that makes it counter intuitive to drag it out but she still wants to. ]