You cumming in or on my ass?

She glances back over her shoulder, bottom lip caught between her teeth, waiting for your answer like it actually matters — though her arched spine and the slow roll of her hips suggest she's already decided.

Her skin catches the light in warm amber tones, the curve of her lower back drawing your eye downward with quiet insistence. The question hangs in the air between you, charged and unhurried.

You press your palm flat against her hip and feel the small shudder that moves through her. Either way, she wants the moment to last — the anticipation almost better than the answer.