What would you do if I stepped towards you, close enough that you could feel my breath against your flesh with every breath I took? It tickles against your cold flesh, warm, _alive_. Breath drawn and released, lungs and heart working, blood and air and life. Would you let me rise ever so slightly as my fingers lightly brush against your lips? I'd hold your eyes with mine, watch the lust burning in them even as I felt your lips part.
If you let me, I'd smile just like this. Like I've got a secret, or passion, something that you're seeing here for the first time. I've been practicing the look, you like it?
I'd still be smiling when I leaned forward and placed my lips against your throat... Like that. And then, I'd nip right here... Not hard, not really. Just enough pressure to let you know that I'm there... Would you like that?
Oh, yes. I think that you do.
What would you do if my hand moved across your body, just like this? Over your chest, buttons falling apart beneath my fingers. And I'd pull your shirt apart, cloth dragging over flesh, opening you up to my eyes and hands. I'd reach out then, not shy, not hesitant. What would I see in your eyes when I looked up at you from beneath lowered lashes as I bring my hands to rest against your chest? I'd touch you here... and there... and there... steadier and more certain until my fingernails lightly scrape against your nipples.
Just like that.
I'd move closer then, lips and tongue and teeth following the path my hands have mapped. Would I still be a silly little girl, then? Would I still be drab? Forgettable? Would you look away from me now? Would you walk away from me, find someone else, find someone _better_?
If you didn't move... If you growled, just like that... If you brought your hands to touch me, cup my bottom and pull me against you... I'd push your shirt off of you, let it pool on the ground. I'd raise my arms, let you pull my shirt up over me, cast it aside. I'd let you graze your hand against my breast, feel lace give way to flesh.
What would you do if my hand started moving again, if I felt you through your pants, like this? Would you let me push you back onto the bed, my hands so light against your chest that I'm barely touching you? Would you listen to my unspoken request and let me direct our movements?
If you lay on the bed, watching me with heavy eyes, I'd follow you onto the bed. I'd straddle you then, feel you beneath me. Would you ache as much as I do? I'd bend over you, brush my lips against yours...
Like that.
Could you hear my heart pounding? Could you smell my excitement? See my need?
Next?
My dear, I hadn't actually gotten that far yet. I just wanted to make sure that this scenario was worth following.
A tease?
Better than drab. Or forgettable. Or capable of being left behind.
If you're a very good boy, I may even tell you how things go when I try this out for real.
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