Sir,
Sneak behind me while I'm washing my hands. Put yours on my hips, pull me closer. Against you. Make me feel how you feel. Watch me slightly bend and let my head fall back while I moan quietly. Put your face next to mine, leaning on my back, finding your way through my hair, to my ear. Breathe in, breathe out.
"Miss?"
"Y.. yes?" — I stutter as I close the sink tap.
"Would you entertain my feeling?"
"But, sir…"
"But?"
Get back oh so slightly, keeping your feeling against me. Move your right hand from my hip to my back, to my neck. Enter the jungle of my mane with your fingers, caressing my scalp. Then stop, close your fingers in a fist, grab me steadily. Pull my hair gently but firmly, make me turn around with your other hand.
Give me the stare, the one I cannot resist. Give me that smile, the one that makes my insides melt.
"You were saying, but?"
Allow me to not respond as I instinctively reach for your lips and give them a lick before kissing them. Now you unleashed the animal, deal with it.
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And once you manage to tame me, once we're covered in sweat, while our heartbeats start to slow down, hold me tight in your arms, place your forehead against mine — stay there for a few seconds — take my face in your hands, make me look at you and say:
"You're such a good girl — let me make you a cup of tea."