Something was off, and he knew it. He'd taken too much time, and now she was hesitating, too. She'd pulled back and an look of expression found its way onto his face.
"What makes you think I don't want to?" he replied, raising a brow. His hand, still under her skirt, felt around until he managed to find her thigh, though he was certain her chemise was still preventing skin-on-skin contact. He leaned down and nipped at the lobe of her ear, his desire to avoid conversation still persisting. Conversation always led to arguments, she was already getting riled up; the only way to distract her was through pleasure.
"Do you not want to?" he murmured in her ear, though waited little time for a response before moving his lips down to her neck. All he could do was wait for a reaction or a lack thereof.
"What makes you think I don't want to?" he replied, raising a brow. His hand, still under her skirt, felt around until he managed to find her thigh, though he was certain her chemise was still preventing skin-on-skin contact. He leaned down and nipped at the lobe of her ear, his desire to avoid conversation still persisting. Conversation always led to arguments, she was already getting riled up; the only way to distract her was through pleasure.
"Do you not want to?" he murmured in her ear, though waited little time for a response before moving his lips down to her neck. All he could do was wait for a reaction or a lack thereof.
— set by MJ! —