Do you want me from behind?

You can't stop staring at that ass, full and round and angled toward you like an open question.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, the kind that makes your hands restless and your breath shorter than it should be. You imagine the weight of those hips under your grip, the way skin would feel warm and giving against your palms.

You already know the answer to the question being asked. You want exactly this, exactly from here, with nothing between you and what's being so deliberately offered.