[She feels bad that he had to witness that kind of doubt coming from her. But without a doubt, it’s all gone even before she finds her voice.]
Sorry... yes. I believe you.
[Replacing that doubt is the beginning of something new. Pride. Knowing without a doubt that she was the one responsible for the fact that he’s hard right now was an emotional— and even physical rush. She finds her own desire is linked to the idea of what ways she can make him feel good. Her fingertips hook over the waistband of his pants with a light suggestive tug.]
Let me make it up to you—?
[She knows he’d probably say there’s nothing to make up. But this is just as much what she wants as it is any sort of apology. He’s the one she came here for after all.]
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Sorry... yes. I believe you.
[Replacing that doubt is the beginning of something new. Pride. Knowing without a doubt that she was the one responsible for the fact that he’s hard right now was an emotional— and even physical rush. She finds her own desire is linked to the idea of what ways she can make him feel good. Her fingertips hook over the waistband of his pants with a light suggestive tug.]
Let me make it up to you—?
[She knows he’d probably say there’s nothing to make up. But this is just as much what she wants as it is any sort of apology. He’s the one she came here for after all.]