After hearing her pain and everything she had gone through with her ex, I was feeling so much. I was so overwhelmed by the need to claim her, show her desire. She truly let everything go, and I saw it happen with my very eyes. The moment had been too powerful, and there was nothing in my head, except crashing my lips against her. Raw need, driven by the amazing woman she was right now. So strong and brave
God, she was such perfection, and she didn’t even see it.
But she was starting to understand that she was enough as she was, and I was sure as shit happy to watch her find herself. Both mentally and sexually.
She was blossoming into her own person, and that sensual side of her was going to wreck me. I’d enjoy every minute of it though.
I closed my eyes and imagined all the ways we were going to have fun over the next few weeks. No overthinking it, no stressing about only having her for a few weeks and what we’d do when it was over. We’d enjoy this right now and cross that bridge when we got there. Keeping it simple.
I finished my beer, took a shower, and then lay down with the window open to let the nighttime breeze flow through my curtains, cooling my naked self.
As I started to drift off, that nagging voice of my subconscious kept trying to tell me I was an idiot for thinking this thing with Mia was going to end. The thought already making a nightmare form in my head as sleep took hold of me.
