[What she doesn't mention is that she's hoping to touch him, too. That's easier than letting him pleasure her and probably much for the same reason: she doesn't want to take from him when she's already hurt him. She's given this some thought over the night. Before the night, really.]
It's yours.
[Not her, but the promise of the act. She lets go of his hand to wrap both arms around him, hugging him. Still swaying a little to imaginary music.]
no subject
It's yours.
[Not her, but the promise of the act. She lets go of his hand to wrap both arms around him, hugging him. Still swaying a little to imaginary music.]