raininjuarez: She likes this. Not just the sensation of his fingers playing up her thighs and slippi
raininjuarez: She likes this. Not just the sensation of his fingers playing up her thighs and slipping inside her, though god she loves that too. She loves the strength in his hands and the purposefulness in his touch. The intentionality of it. The single-mindedness of it. But it’s more than that. She loves that he can’t keep his hands off of her. She likes being irresistible, and to him, she is. She knows how he wants her, craves her, is always scheming to have her. She knows that when they talk about books or movies or the weather, running beneath the surface of their conversation is his plan to take her. To strip her and fuck her and exhaust her. She can see that predation in his eyes. She can feel his hunger … she knows he is ravenous for her. He can be talking about anything and his desire for her – his elemental need for her – is the primary topic. And she likes that. She knows that even when they are apart, when he closes his eyes, he is watching her hem rise or her chemise fall. She knows that when he is alone, in a silent room, he will hear her whimper or her sigh or her scream. She knows that he has saved to memory all of the ways he has taken her. All of the ways, and all of the places. And when they are together, she knows that no matter where they are — in a park, a bar, a restaurant, in his car — his hands will reach for her. Brush the hair back from her cheek. Pull at her hair until she feels it sharply in her scalp. She will feel his fingers slip around her neck so that he can feed off the rhythm of her blood. He’ll pull the lace of her panties to the side to feel the mutuality of this need. She knows that his impulse to touch her is incessant, alluring, even addictive. And she likes it. She craves it. She has a pretty, petite body. It is a woman’s body but lithe and athletic and she works hard to keep it that way because she knows what it does to him — that in meetings or on the phone the image of her — the scent of her skin or the taste of her liquid — will come to him unbidden, and he will stiffen. She has tested him. She has put distance between them to see if he would pursue her. Because she likes to be pursued. She likes being his obsession. She has what he needs, and she needs what he has. He is going to be inside her. Soon, he will claim her again. She is as eager to be taken as he is to make that claim. [Please don’t remove the text from this post. Thank you] -- source link