Imagine this
I'm sat on your lap, my face buried in your neck
My arms around your head, both my hands in your hair
Slowing grinding against your thigh, whimpering and moaning into you neck
You have a hand on the small of my back, tracing lazy circles against my skin
The other in my hair, on my neck
Softly pulling eachother closer, muttering half formed sentences of encouragement and desperation
The layers of clothes between us are far too many but pulling away from eachother for just a moment is too much to bear
Time falls away as we breathe eachother in and move as one
