"I thought you wanted me to fuck off," she teased him. Yes, she hadn't forgotten. "You sure you don't want to go back to bed."
Of course it felt good. It always did! She liked it when he talked dirty to her and said things like that. Maybe that was why they got along so well. Of course, he generally wasn't just a man of words but a man of action. That owas one thing she loved about him.
She cried out when he tugged at her nipples through the material of the bra. This just wasn't going to do. It wasn't going to do at all. He'd been dishonest. She was going to fucking make him work for this. No matter how wet he made her.
"I might let you fuck me though if you can catch me," she murmured hotly against a shoulder before moving away and sprinting out of the room shrugging the shirt out of it's sleeves along the way. She loved a good chase.