When his shirt was off he joined her, pinning her to the bed as his strong, wide palms ran down her bare shoulders and seized her wrists. He grabbed both wrists with one hand, holding them above her head. His free hand traced a lazy finger down her chest, between her tits, down her stomach, terminating his touch frustratingly close to her pubic bone. His eye contact never wavered, and she let her desires bleed freely out of her, arching her back towards him. More.
“More?” he smirked.
“Yes. God, yes,” she all but begged, her voice quivering in anticipation.
“You’ll have to work for it.”