The pink stains on her cheeks were running down her throat, and she tore her gaze from mine. "This was easier when you weren't looking at me." I laughed, and she straightened, still holding my hands down, not that I was fighting her. I hadn't offered to let women lead in bed very often, but Mairwen made a compelling case for the dynamic, as shy and unpracticed as she was. She released my hands slowly and one at a time, eyes narrowed like she was expecting me to grab at her again. I left them in the pillows, the picture of surrender.
