She laughed into my throat. The sound was soft and reckless. I moved her off my lap and laid her on her back. I kissed her again and felt the laugh melt into a long breath. I took off what was left on her. She rolled her hips into my hand like she had been waiting for that exact thing. I worked her until her legs went tight and she grabbed my wrist and said my name like a warning and a request. I stopped just before she fell over and held there.
“Please,” she said.
“Patience,” I said. “I said slow.”
Her smile was annoyed and fond. “You like to watch me beg.”
“I like to watch you listen.”
She did. She waited. She didn’t take. She let me give.
When I slid into her, I did it inch by inch. I watched her face and felt every change. Her eyes opened wide. Her mouth softened. Her hands went
