“Good.”
I opened the next button.
“I want to go to bed.”
“To sleep?”
“Eventually.”
His hands tightened at my waist.
“Tell me what you want before we move.”
The question did not cool my desire.
It gave it shape.
“I want to be naked with you.”
“Yes.”
“I want your hands.”
“Yes.”
“Your mouth.”
His breathing deepened.
“Yes.”
“I want you to prepare me the way we discussed.”
His eyes held mine.
“And penetration?”
“Maybe.”
“Not a promise.”
“No.”
“Position?”
“Side by side first.”
“Pain limit?”
“Anything sharp stops. Anything above three pauses.”
“Fear?”
“I tell you.”
“Dizziness?”
“I tell you.”
