"Am I forcing you?" I asked as I started rubbing her belly.
"What do you call this then?" she replied, her voice low and heavy as I continued to tease her ears with my tongue.
Ignoring her words, I leaned in closer, my hand moving slowly to her waist.
She gasped as the fabric of her skirt melted away from my ability, revealing her silky panties.
"This isn't forcing," I murmured against her ear, "This is me giving you what you really want."
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress the moan that was building in her throat.
The heat between her legs was getting stronger, and I could feel the dampness seeping through the fabric.
Her eyes searched mine for a hint of doubt, but all she found was me looking at her with passionate eyes.
"I love you," I uttered. Her cheeks flushed deeper at the words, feeling conflicted about how to respond while being teased slowly by my fingers.
