[ Part of her wants to grasp him-- hold him tight while he worked his mouth against her and ground his hips into hers until she lost all coherent thought. She wants his hands on her and holding her-- to watch him lose his mind as he came again and again.


The other part of her just wants to press her face to his and say how sorry she is-- how it's her. She's always been the fragile one. So on edge and nervous and frigid. All it took was a few bad dates with guys who fucked with her sister to say "Oh, you don't put out?".

No one was getting anywhere with her, right? ]

I doubt anything I could say would make this better-- [ She's flushed red and-- god ] I- I mean I don't think I'd mind wi-- [ shitshit shit is this leading him on? Is she being awful? Why was she so selfish ] -- with our pants on. I just don't want you to --[ her eyes are closed and she takes a deep breath ]-- ruin your pants or leave... unsatisfied.

[ She blushes even brighter and she almost wishes she was kissing him so she couldn't talk or make a fool of herself anymore ]

I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense.