[ It is so tempting to give in. You're straddling his lap and the swell of him is pressed up right against you, but you asked him to make you forget, to tear you away from your cares even just for the night and whatever you ask, he has always been so prepared to give.

He's tightening his grip around you as he catches your mouth with his again, and each stroke is slow and agonizing as he shifts beneath you. ]

I don't know why but I want to mark your skin with my mouth -- and no one but the two of us will know that they'll be there under all those layers.

[ He's also pulling you closer, pressing you near so that you can feel for yourself just how he needs you -- and all that by just watching you, feeling you up and listening to the way you sound. ]

This is what you do to me. And you didn't have to do a thing.