“And did I not tell you to seduce me? Did I not, in fact, tell you /how/? Or are you one of those poor souls who must possess, and command, and dominate?” Even more lazily, she turned completely on her back, stretching her arms upward and arching, breasts thrusting upward as her hair slithered off to pool around her shoulders.
“I’m more of a ‘take charge’ kind of man,” he smirked, looking down at her. His eyes obviously locked with her chest but he pried his gaze off.
“How odd. I’m all but guiding your hands, and yet still you sit, far more clothed than I. Are you waiting for something, Oz?”