THIS IS WHAT I WANT!
I jump slightly when he begins to suck on the skin behind my ear.
He notices and pulls back to look me in the eye, concern evident in his expression. I want to lose myself in this moment, I don't want to think about it anymore, I want to lose myself in him.
He leans back down to my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin there. It's gentle and torturously slow. I'm wearing his t-shirt, but it has ridden up, exposing my knickers. His hand is on my hip, encouraging me to rub myself against him.
He pulls back, looking for something in my eyes again before he pulls the t-shirt over my head and drops his face to my breasts. He circles his tongue around my nipple, causing it to pebble.
Everything he does is measured, deliberate, as if he has all day to enjoy me. As if I'm his new favourite toy, a toy he'll never get bored of.
"I'm not going to f*ck you, Tallulah," he says firmly.
"But..."
"No," he says gently. "Not yet. Soon, but not yet."