I groan, I tremble. He's still being too slow, too slow for this moment. Dinner is getting cold, the vegetables getting soggy in the pan, and that just won't do.

I also just want him, I didn't even know I would want him this badly until now. In this moment.

"Basco," I gasp his name, spreading my legs a bit more, bucking back into his hand. I glance over my shoulder at him, smirking despite my lust, despite my need. "I'm ready now. Later came come the... the slow. But now... now I just... need."