He’s not allowed to say that shit.
Because if he meant it, he’d just offered me the one thing I’ve never had.
Someone who’d die before they’d leave me.
I don’t stop the lazy strokes. Neither does he.
His grip digs at the nape of my neck,
and he parts my pussy with two fingers,
sliding back up to my clit,
circling, stroking…
dragging me under
and ripping a shudder right out of me.
We are tangled limbs and burning skin.
Our lungs can’t catch up.
Our bodies can’t slow down.
I lost control. He did too. We lost itall.
And in the losing, we found each other.
All what’s left is us, adrift.
Instead of fearing it,
for the first time in my life… It’s freeing.
I’m thawing against him.
I’m softening in his arms.
And when he sinks inside me again,
all strength slides off me.
Heat licks my veins and wraps my bones.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Tight. Tighter.
But I feel it anyway.
The pleasure. The pressure. The climb uphill.
And the too many emotions ripping each other apart inside me.
It doesn’t matter how hard I breathe.
They won’t leave.
The emotions, they’re all drawing blood.
