The Way I’d Watch You Let Him Touch You
Because I want you wanting more.
I’d be right there. Close enough to see every detail.
You’d be sitting between us, my hand on your thigh, his hand on the other.
I’d tell you to lean into him a little. Let him feel how soft your skin is.
I’d watch your face as his fingers moved higher, seeing the moment you realised you wanted more.
I wouldn’t stop him. I’d watch him touch you, knowing every breath you took was because of me — because I told you to let him.
You’d still look at me when his hand slid under your shorts. I’d give you one small nod. And you’d open your legs.
You’d be sitting between us, my hand on your thigh, his hand on the other.
I’d tell you to lean into him a little. Let him feel how soft your skin is.
I’d watch your face as his fingers moved higher, seeing the moment you realised you wanted more.
I wouldn’t stop him. I’d watch him touch you, knowing every breath you took was because of me — because I told you to let him.
You’d still look at me when his hand slid under your shorts. I’d give you one small nod. And you’d open your legs.
Because I want you wanting more.
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