His hoarse pleas for more mix with gratifying moans with every thrust deep into him.
He reaches back, placing his hand on my hip – a need for more contact.
It makes me smile, knowing that this is more for him.
His every action shows me so, assuaging my fears. I move faster, harder – desperate to get us both to that place of pure bliss.
I reach around him, stroking erratically as I strive to push him first.
I can feel he's close.
Kissing between his shoulder blades, I mutter, "Please, baby, I can't... Please."
His strangled cry is my answer.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
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