Flex

Oh god, oh god. I can feel you. Fingers folded against each other, pointing to my backbone. Your thumb tucked close into your palm. A flex brings me up on my heels, my body ready to crab walk across these sheets.

No, no, no! I reach between my legs and grab your wrist. Not yet. Don't move.

I trust you. I also trust ligament and sinew and flesh and if you think

I am unyielding, wait `til you try push those too soon.

I am so going to spank you. Ohhhhh god. Once I get off, get off of your hand, I am going to spank you `til you are doing some writhing of your own, missy. Gonna put my own hand to good use. You can kiss me quiet all you want, that sweet backside is mine.

Ohhhhhfuccccccck.

You're the only one I let pull that sound from me.