Tip of my tongue she's pullin' my hair.

You'd been a tease the whole night. not letting him lean on you like always, shrugging away his kisses. He knew it was a game, so he played along. Desperately chasing your affection the entire night at the Gala. So the moment you both sat in the back of the limo.. he slides the divider between you guys and the driver shut.

His hands are on you instantly, face buried in your neck pressing sloppy kisses. "C'mon, baby. quit ignoring me." he murmurs, muffled against his neck, "I'll do anything you want, pleasseee." he purrs, licking a strip from your collarbone to your cheek.