Whatever you want. Merlin, he always said that. Always. She loved that he was so giving, but sometimes she wished he would just take. Especially when she was like this, and she could take anything he gave her.
He pressed her against the wall and there was a thrill in that - in the cool of it against her bare backside, in the feeling of being pinned - but he was still gentle, exploring. His hands were all over her but she wanted more, more, but she didn't want to ask him to take her roughly. She wanted him to want to.
Well, what was she going to do about it?
Drive him crazy.
Muriel caught his wandering hands around their wrists, and held him there, just for a moment, testing the strength of her grip and her arms. He could easily overpower her, she knew, but she did have strength in this body - more than she would have expected. More than she remembered. It felt good.
"I want," she breathed, trying to find the words. She pressed herself up against him, using the wall for leverage, and pushed him back this time - one step, two, until the backs of his knees hit the bed.