"You're doing awesome, darling."

A small smile of encouragement plays on Tim's face, as his hands get a hold of your hips, helping you move on his lap. There is a hint of mischief hidden behind his eyes.

"Slow movements, okay? Slow and steady."

He whispers, his hips shifting under yours. You bite your lip, holding onto his shoulders. This is a bad idea, you could never top a man like him.