“What I fancy is you. Naked on my bed with your legs wide open so I can see how wet you are. I want your hands tied to my bedhead. I want you so turned on that when I stand at the end of the bed to look at you, I’ll be able to smell you. I’ll be able to smell how turned on you are, and I’ll be able to smell how much you want me to lick, suck, and fuck every square inch of you.” He took another sip of his wine while I struggled to not jump up and straddle him. “But what I will have is the steak, rare, with a fully loaded jacket potato. What do you fancy, Kitten?”
