Swallowing down a gasp, I grunt-- half annoyance and half really fucking turned on. He's right, I'm impatient. Always. I was always pretty fucking good at not making demands, and doing what I was told, and now that I've got a little more control, it's hard not to exert it.

Still, it's not like I argue when he shoves at me, letting him push me into whatever position he wants. It's a struggle to turn over, and the clumsiness of it sure as hell can't be sexy, but I'm not all that concerned.

"We don't gotta whole lotta room in here for fuckin' foreplay."