Let her love you.

(In progress)

You're sorely lacking in experience, and she's so good at making you feel good. You pull your hands away from her and put them to your side. She stops and looks at you, worried she may have done something wrong, but then she sees your face. Wanting, waiting, excited, needy. She smirks down at you once more, that confidence flushing her face. You'd never had guessed she had this side to her, but you're taking the fullest advantage.