She's already decided the answer for you — her body angled just so, daring you to make the first move. Every curve reads like a question you're desperate to answer correctly.

You lean in close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her skin. Your mouth finds the softest part of her first, slow and deliberate, because she's worth the patience and you want her absolutely certain of that.

By the time she's pulling you closer, the question feels irrelevant. Her fingers tighten, her breath shortens, and every generous curve beneath your hands makes you glad you took your time.