Grab my hips and claim my pussy

She's positioned exactly how she wants you — hips tilted back, spine arched just enough to make the invitation undeniable. Her hands grip the sheets while yours find the soft curve of her waist, fingers pressing into warm skin.

You feel the pull before you even move. That specific heat, that specific angle, designed to make you lose your grip on patience entirely. She glances back with eyes that aren't asking — they're telling.

Your thumbs dig deeper into her hips. She exhales sharp and short. Whatever restraint you carried into this room dissolves the moment you take exactly what she's been offering.