I ran my finger along the seam of her panties, cleared my throat, suddenly dry, and told her, “I believe it’s best if we leave these on tonight.”
Her grunt of disapproval was quickly followed by a gasp as I grabbed her wrists and held them. Grinning, I tasted her breasts, feasted on them as I held her in place. A rush of ownership flooded me as I took her in, so submissive before me. Her sweet alabaster skin, the brushing of freckles that dusted most of her body, was otherwise unblemished, unmarred. I thrilled at how my simple touch caused her flesh to pinken. She’d wear my marks so well someday.
Tonight though, we'd wait. Even if it killed me, I'd wait until I made damn sure she was ready to take all of me.