Presley was right there with me. I had placed her on the countertop so we could talk. So she couldn't run away quite so easily if she got upset or angry with me. I had acted like an ass, and wanted to fix things. Yet now she was here, legs spread wide for me, begging me to touch her. We had kissed... or maybe I should focus on the fact, she had kissed me. It was her that had initiated the kiss! She had wanted me this time... And, hell, I could not help myself but respond.
So, at that moment, as things seemed to heat up, I had to ask if it was what she wanted. She had only moments earlier been angry because I had not taken her plea to take things slower more seriously. I did not want to mess this up. Yet, being silenced with a kiss was enough of an answer for me, and the moment I slid her
