Cumming inside me or on me?

The question hangs in the air like a dare, her body already answering before her mouth does. She shifts against the sheets, skin warm and flushed, hips tilted at that particular angle that makes the choice feel urgent.

You trace the curve of her lower back, fingers pressing just enough to feel her breath catch. The decision belongs to you now — she's made that perfectly clear with the arch of her spine, the soft sound she makes when you lean closer.

Both options play out behind your eyes. Either way, she wants the evidence. Either way, she wants you to choose deliberately, slowly, without any apology.