"I feel you tense," she continued softly. "And your muscles lock into place." Her fingers slipped lower, brushing along his abdomen, never quite settling anywhere for long. Just enough contact to promise something more.
Just enough to make him wait for it. Her touch lingered at his lower belly, dangerous in how little it gave while suggesting everything it could take.
"You want to take over," Vee murmured. "You crave it. It's like every nerve in your body is set alight." Her eyes stayed locked on his, watching every flicker, every shift in breath. "You cannot wait to fuck me," she continued. "To pull me apart, to ram into me in that way that makes you lose your head a little…makes you reckless."
"And even before I touch you," she whispered, her lips hovering just a breath away from his, "you're already hard." Her hand moved to his cock to make her point.
He couldn't deny it, didn't even bother trying. Evidence was right there in her hand, heavym charged, waiting to snap.
