He lays there, patience waning as I watch him breathe. I want to taste him, his soft lips, his
workday salt, his essence, but I slow my approach just because I can. I slide my body atop his allowing my
remaining clothes to torture his need. I
know he loves the feel of cotton and silk on his skin, especially when I am
wearing it. I can feel his rigid hope
pressing against me as his heart quickens.
He is intoxicated with lust and just when he can take no more I slide
him into me speeding his release.
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