I wish I could tattoo his moan on my flesh,
create a soundwave of it across my skin,
have it pressed into my chest like vinyl.
His handsareeverywhere,
gripping,
dragging me under his skin,
then slide lower,
spine,
waist,
until both lock on my hips,
pulling me down closer,
pussy flush against him.
My throbbing clit scrapes across his bone as he meets my next grind.
My body buckles,
fucks into it,
pussy squeezing him tight.
His head tips back,
eyes squeezed shut,
chest punching up into mine.
His name tumbles off my lips
as I collapse into his neck.
I keep him buried deep,
grinding down harder,
chasing,
my clit and lips dragging filthy across the soaked hair at his base.
“Holdin’ me so tight, baby—it’s drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy—I can’t?—”
But it’s him who hit a switch under my skin,
everything buzzing warm.
No one’s ever made it feel like this.
No one’s ever felt so good inside me.
