Hold on for me a little longer, [ whispering that gently as he traces his tongue over the beginnings of a bruise, as he presses close so you can feel how much he wants you, there against your thigh.
He's palming you again, and teasing just close enough to where you want him, mouth tracking a path over your chest and giving ample attention to where you're most sensitive.
He already knows where he wants to leave the marks: there, at your hip, where his hand has often lingered; down further still, on the inside of your thigh where the skin is tender. Right beneath your navel, just close enough to remind you of where he loves to taste you best if he can't have your mouth on him, and the last one, later when he does take you from behind, right above the inked moon which is his favorite part of that montage. ]
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He's palming you again, and teasing just close enough to where you want him, mouth tracking a path over your chest and giving ample attention to where you're most sensitive.
He already knows where he wants to leave the marks: there, at your hip, where his hand has often lingered; down further still, on the inside of your thigh where the skin is tender. Right beneath your navel, just close enough to remind you of where he loves to taste you best if he can't have your mouth on him, and the last one, later when he does take you from behind, right above the inked moon which is his favorite part of that montage. ]