[She all but purrs at the touch, and leans into his hand.
Only for a moment, though. Before he can get any ideas, she grabs his wrists and sets his hands down on the couch, one on each side.]
Don't move.
[She wants him immobilized. She's not really interested in tying him up (she's fairly certain he wouldn't let her anyway), but she wants the same forced stillness. A part of her has wanted to do this ever since he tied her up -- no, even longer. It's been simmering beneath her skin ever since they started having sex on a regular basis. He always takes the lead, takes control, plays her body like it's some sort of instrument. Even when she's wrestled charge from him, his hands have been on her, a delicious distraction, chipping away at her control.]
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Only for a moment, though. Before he can get any ideas, she grabs his wrists and sets his hands down on the couch, one on each side.]
Don't move.
[She wants him immobilized. She's not really interested in tying him up (she's fairly certain he wouldn't let her anyway), but she wants the same forced stillness. A part of her has wanted to do this ever since he tied her up -- no, even longer. It's been simmering beneath her skin ever since they started having sex on a regular basis. He always takes the lead, takes control, plays her body like it's some sort of instrument. Even when she's wrestled charge from him, his hands have been on her, a delicious distraction, chipping away at her control.]
Keep your hands right where they are. Got it?