Tayvis One-Shots

patient

dominant taylor 🛐

Taylor's POV

The hotel room was dim, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the floor. I could hear the soft buzz of the city outside, but inside, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. I had just finished rehearsing and I was more than ready to unwind, but when I walked into the room and saw Travis standing there, leaning against the doorframe, I felt the electricity between us instantly.

He was looking at me like he couldn't wait to get his hands on me, his eyes dark with desire. But I wasn't about to make it easy for him.

"Thought you were going to bed," he teased, but I saw the way his breath hitched when he saw me.

"Maybe I was. But now that you're here..." I let my voice trail off as I slowly crossed the room toward him. He moved to meet me, his hands already reaching out like they couldn't resist touching me. I stepped back just as he reached for me, a smile playing at my lips. "Not yet," I said, my voice firm, but with a playful edge. "I want to take my time tonight."

"Taylor," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. I raised an eyebrow and took another step back. "Patience, Travis," I said softly. "You've been waiting for me, haven't you?"

His lips parted as if he was about to speak, but I didn't give him the chance. I walked up to him and pressed my finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shh," I whispered. "No talking. Just watch."

I slowly slid my hand up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingers, and I could feel him reacting, his body tightening under my touch. His eyes were dark with lust, but I wasn't going to give in. Not yet.

"What do you want?" I whispered, letting the question hang in the air between us. My voice was quiet but demanding, and I could see the fire in his eyes, though he was still trying to hold himself back.

He shifted a little, trying to regain some semblance of control. "You," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make my heart race. "I want you."

I grinned at his admission, but I wasn't about to make this easy for him. Not tonight. I moved my hand slowly down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin under the fabric of his shirt.

I could feel the way his breath quickened, the subtle shift of his body as he leaned forward, but I stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Not yet," I murmured. I moved closer again, just enough for my lips to brush over his ear. "You're going to have to be patient," I whispered. "I'm not done with you yet."

I pulled back, my eyes locked on his as I slowly ran my fingers over the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath my touch. He looked at me, his chest rising with the intensity of his breath.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

I smiled, a little wickedly, and before he could say anything else, I leaned in to kiss him, soft at first, a teasing exploration of his lips. But when he responded, his hands instinctively reaching for me, I pulled away just enough to make him ache for more.

"Tell me you want me," I said, my voice low but firm.

He groaned, his hand gripping my waist as he leaned in again. "I want you, Taylor," he said, his words desperate now. "I want you so badly."

I let my lips curl into a satisfied smile, hearing the raw need in his voice. I walked around him slowly, taking my time. I loved the way he watched me, the way his eyes tracked every move I made. He was desperate for me, and I could tell. The thought made me smile.