He underestimates my body, I think. Or maybe he's just never been with someone like me (someone like me, I say, as if I even know if there are any other beings like me out there, beyond myself and possibly my parents). He's being as cautious as he can be in such a moment, it's sweet, another another time it will be wanted. Prep is almost as much fun as the actual act, foreplay a lovely prelude to sex.

But right now I just want him. I want him inside me with his hand around me, I want him to fuck me soundly against the table. I want it now.

"Now," I groan, bucking back hard against his finger. "Want you now."