No! I don't want to stop, it's just -

[She laughs as he resituates her, and her legs part for him to rest between them. She's smiling up at him, eyes betraying her attempts to tease him into thinking she doesn't want this with him. Like she ever could not want him.

The second his palm grinds against her, she gasps and arches up toward his hand, eyes closing for a few seconds as she enjoys the sensation. Her fingers curl around his wrist, thumb rubbing at the underside where she should be able to feel his pulse. She doesn't want to stop him, but just enjoys touching him and holding him in any way that she can.]

I really do love you.

[He knows that, but she says it with a breathless kind of gratitude that means not only does she love him, but she loves the attention he's giving her right now. He's always so willing to dote on her and indulge her whims, and it's really just good luck that has her always wanting as much of him as he does of her.]

So we're working up an appetite before dinner gets here, right? You're a genius, babe.

[Then his palm grinds down against her clit again and she gasps, belly caving in as she sucks in a breath and holds it.]