then wet blooms and seeps through denim,
hot and all him.
His mouth collapses on mine,
a low, muffled"fuck"soaking into my lips.
His finger freezes inside me,
the rest of him trembling.
And his body twitches once more,
disarmed and undone.
That sound he made?—
that brokenfuck?—
it’s gonna haunt me.
His mouth falls away, and his eyes meet mine.
I can see it on his face, he wants to apologize.
Like coming was something he wasn’t supposed to do.
As if I’m not soaked around his fingers,
undeniably turned on by what just happened.
He opens his mouth.
Only air comes out.
One that tastes like guilt.
I pull him closer.
“You came for me? Because of me?
“That’s—yeah. Insanely hot.”
His eyes bounce between mine,
chest heaving, words gone.
I grab his jaw, kiss the corner of his mouth.
“If that’s you wanting me?Fuck...I wanna see what happens when you have me.”
A rough breath slams out of him.
Then a crooked, stunned smile appears.
And there goes my hand,
drifting to his belt.
