[It's difficult when he's being both infuriating and sexy. She really wants him, and her eyes are dark with desire for him as she look up at him. Her chest is rising and falling faster now, and it's hard to ignore the ache for him that she feels. Her fingers aren't enough, and they both know it.
She's clearly doing something to him too, and she watches him stroke himself without any shyness.]
I always want you.
[But that's not asking him to touch her. Not yet. Her fingers move faster, curl a little harder within her. She's already edging in closer and closer, just with the little power trip she's having here. She doesn't stifle her groan as her hips grind against her hand.]
But you can't touch me. Not yet.
[God, he's beautiful like this. She wants him so badly the ache is all consuming. It only makes her hand move faster and harder, until she's worked herself up to the brink. She's shivering and writhing, but doesn't give in. It's going to be so good when one of them finally does.]
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She's clearly doing something to him too, and she watches him stroke himself without any shyness.]
I always want you.
[But that's not asking him to touch her. Not yet. Her fingers move faster, curl a little harder within her. She's already edging in closer and closer, just with the little power trip she's having here. She doesn't stifle her groan as her hips grind against her hand.]
But you can't touch me. Not yet.
[God, he's beautiful like this. She wants him so badly the ache is all consuming. It only makes her hand move faster and harder, until she's worked herself up to the brink. She's shivering and writhing, but doesn't give in. It's going to be so good when one of them finally does.]