[ Consider yourself sat down on that bed with him bending from the waist and catching those lips of yours possessively. God, help him. You taste divine. ] If you have objections, Hikaru, you should have left them on the porch.

[ Has he ever told you that he loves the way you smell right where your jaw angles into your neck? Shame on him.

He's going to pin you to the mattress now and fuck him, maybe that was a mistake ( yes, you've worked him up a lot, he's kind of straining in his jeans. ) ]

Christ— [ fumbling at those buttons now ] —I am not kidding, babe, just get your goddamn shirt off.