Instead, I kiss her back and walk her backward toward the bed.
I pull back when we are next to it.
"Sit."
She does.
"On your hands."
She gives me a look.
"I am not playing, cara."
Slowly, her eyes on mine, she slides her hands under her thighs.
The position pushes her breasts forward.
Makes her look even more like an offering.
"Stay," I say, my voice rough.
She stays.
I stand in front of her and stroke myself slowly.
She swallows.
Her gaze follows the motion.
Then she leans forward slightly.
I grab her chin.
"Did I tell you to move?"
"No."
"That's right."
"You are enjoying this."
"Enjoying watching you squirm? Yes."
She shifts slightly.
"Stay," I repeat.
She sighs.
But she stays.
"You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are," I say, watching her.
She looks down.
"No, cara. Look at me."
Her eyes come back to mine.