Andrew’s eyes flare,
face caught in thatyeshe’s been starving for.
Then the nerves break,
pulling him under,
scared of how deep this could go.
He’s seconds from freefalling,
right into something big and dangerous,
but he'll only jump if I take his hand
and swear I’m right there with him,
afraid to fall too hard and fast without me.
I fist his hair and drag his mouth to mine before he asks if I’m sure.
Tongue first, mouth open,
I steal whatever’s holding him back.
I kiss him,
shoving both our fears down my throat.
Because this is nothing new.
This is just sex.
Everyone has sex.
Just. Sex.
He watches my face,
locking my legs higher around his waist.
His hips angle as he slips his sweats off,
skin to fucking skin.
His cock—hot, heavy—flush against my pussy.
All six and a half inches of
you’ve-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me.
It's hard enough to fuck a hole into heaven.
I jump up, levitating like I sat on a geyser,
breath stuttering,
pussyHome-Alonescreaming.
