(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

For a moment, she wonders if he understands as he pulls the rest of her clothes down, working with him to remove them as he goes to kiss down her side. It isn’t what she’s expecting, what she wants but it is nice — flattening against the bed a bit and lifting a scar flecked leg over his shoulder, she positively hums under the movement of his fingers and his mouth. But he seems insistent in having her finish, and she tightens down the reins on it — giving where she could but taking where she could as well.

A bit louder of a moan leaves her, coloring the air as he slides the second finger in, pressing deep and she tightens around him with the sensation, a shudder rampaging down her spine like a stampede. But still, it’s not enough.

Her chest heaves, wondering why he’s denying her this, wondering if she’s going to have to become demanding in order to receive it. And so she pushes at the reins again, hand finding his hair and trying to pull his attention toward her. “I. Want. You.” She purrs to him, mouthing it slowly in the hopes he might be able to read her lips. There’s a specific desire that he’s denying her, and she burns without having it filled, asking in the hint of a demand, a need.

KIADA