Do you like me?

Do you like me?

It's not a silly question, I want to know if you like all the parts of me.

Do you like the way I make you laugh, or how I kiss your cheek when you're not looking?

Do you like the way I hold you, whether by your hand, your hip, or your entire body?

Do you like the way I can never get enough of you when you're around?

The way that I gently glide my hands down to the small of your back,

The way I press you to my chest,

The way I press you to my lips,

The way I press—all the right spots,

Do you like it?

I'm sure you do.

You always liked a little struggle, you're a bad girl after all.

You always want to giggle and try to make me wait,

You always want to tease and try my patience

You're always surprised when I loose it and pin you down,

When my hands grip firmly on your wrists and lock you to the bed,

When my mouth bites hungrily at your neck,

When my hot breath floods your ear with my tempting threats,

Threats that you secretly hope to god are promises.

...

So, do you like me?

Do you like the way I hold down your hips and bury my face into you,

The way I stop to kiss and bite your soft thighs,

Or the way my tongue always seems to find just the right spot?

Do you like the way my hands wrap around your soft neck?

The way I can make you feel powerless and safe at the same time?

Or the way that I make you beg?

You're normally much too proud to beg for anything from anyone...

Unless it's me.

Be a good girl and beg for me,

Beg for my cock and show me how much you want it,

Be a good girl...

and beg.

Beg me to go harder!

Beg me to go faster!

Beg me to mark you as mine, and only mine.

...

And I always leave you with nothing left to beg for

panting,

shaking,

passed out,

I always leave you...

speechless.

Because I love you

And despite how much I love your voice,

You deserve to be speechless.

...

So do you like me?

Because I really, really, like you.