“You’re so fucking sexy, Henrietta,” I breathed. Her lips quirked slightly. She was nervous—I could tell—so I worked my way down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, sucking on one nipple while kneading her other breast, working a hand down to rub her sensitive spot. I was more than fine with taking my time with this beautiful woman despite how hard I was for her. She was worth the wait. And I needed her to need me. To beg for me. Because I wouldn’t have her any other way.
