Do you want me? Show me.
Let me see your interest in the darkening of your eyes, the deepening of your voice, the growl from the back of your throat.
I want to feel it in your fingertips against my flesh. I want to taste it on your tongue.
If you’re interested, let me know. Show me, don’t tell me.
Words are meaningless right now; action is everything.
How can I know how you really feel until I feel all of you? Until you press your length against mine?
The bump of your cock against thigh, the warmth of your breath on my neck, the squeeze of your grip on my hips — that is my proof…and yours.
Show me how much you want me. Take what I offer and make me feel the taking in every cell.
I want the throb in my cunt, the sharpness in my nipples, and the catch in my breath.
Pull my hair. Smack my ass. Grab my breast. Squeeze and pinch and pull and take.
Show me how much you want me. But whatever you don’t do, don’t just tell me.