A slow smile spread across my face as I took in her flustered look. "What, are you saying you don't want me to?"
"No, I just-" Her hands fluttered, as if searching for the right words. "It's just that if we start like this, it'll be too fast."
I chuckled. "And why can't it be?"
She huffed and gave me a playful shove. "Because I want it to feel good, and you know that means we have to take it slow."
"But that's no fun," I whined, leaning down to kiss her softly. She sighed and tilted her head back, letting me deepen the kiss.
"I want it to feel good too," I murmured against her lips, "but I also want you begging for me. For me to please you."
A shiver ran through her, her breath hitching in her throat. "Oh, god," she moaned softly, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I grinned into the kiss, pulling back to look at her flushed face. "Let me make you feel good," I whispered, my voice low and husky.
