She releases a small huff of laughter as he flips them, pushing her into the bed with his body as he rolls her over. Now it's her turn, and her body yearns for his touch. There's a spike of excitement when he guides her hands over her head, those butterflies fluttering in her abdomen, sinking down lower as he snaps the cuffs around her wrists.
"I don't say please," she replies, keeping up the act.
It's so different with him, the heat, the desire. She knows he's there to pleasure her as much as she wants to pleasure him, a fact that turns her on so easily she wishes she had let herself feel far sooner than she had.
Since he didn't secure her to the bedframe, she grips it with her hands, something to brace and pull against as he does with her what he pleases.
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Date: 2025-02-13 06:52 pm (UTC)"I don't say please," she replies, keeping up the act.
It's so different with him, the heat, the desire. She knows he's there to pleasure her as much as she wants to pleasure him, a fact that turns her on so easily she wishes she had let herself feel far sooner than she had.
Since he didn't secure her to the bedframe, she grips it with her hands, something to brace and pull against as he does with her what he pleases.