“Are you ready to come?” She nodded. “Use your words,” I murmured against her skin. “I’m – I’m going to come, I think,” she admitted sweetly. “If you’re going to come, you’ll know it.” A flash of something like fear crossed her face. “Don’t be scared, I’m here.” I didn’t know why I was compelled to say that, only that when I did, her eyes opened, and she stared right at me.
