Sporadic Material

As he drove I held his hand and put it to my neck, my face, feeling him against me. It fell to my inner thigh and I let it be, breathing in his affection. He pulled my hand to him and said 'i love your hands' and started kissing it again and again as I watched. I said he made me crazy.

We kissed one more time before he dropped me off. Soft, soft mouth. He shaved for me. I took his glasses off and held his face and just looked at him and he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen and I realized he had freckles across his nose and his beautiful brown eyes glowed. And he held my face and smiled.

And he kissed me again and again and again until I started moaning and calling his name, and he titled his head and pulled me in closer and he was so warm and soft. My little whimpers, he just made me feel so surrendered to him — oh. The sounds of us meeting and parting— he was all deliciousness. Perfection.

But I hit his teeth with my own and kinda ruined it 😭😭🫣

I held him tight and started crying. Nothing but 'thank you' and 'i love you' in uneven patterns for him.

He held me to him and said 'Stay true to your convictions'

We agreed it won't work between us but not without the tears. He was incredibly distraught.

I held him, and after our sad terms, I pulled out my lipliner and started putting on my lipstick. He watched me.

We had our moment. He kissed me three times on the mouth and I had no idea what to dooooo. I took his glasses off and oh my freaking gosh, he is *so* attractive without them onnnn, his perfect brown eyes just sparkle so muchhh I have to eat him upp

I just kept kissing his cheeks and his forehead and his whole face and neck again and again and again and feeling his hairrr

He had me nestled against him so tight, playing with my necklace. Holding my chin, my cheeks, gazing down at me and kissing my own cheek again and again and when he stopped I asked him to do it again so he did. He played with my hand, caressed it, held it.

I found myself making little happy noises, saying nothing audible, and his name between the nonsense. Oh Luke. I surrendered completely to him.

I knew I was safe with him because he was feeling on my back in such a way as to massage it, and I don't even let my family massage me. I'm wound so freaking tight for the most part. But his hands were all on my back and I just leaned into his touch. He was perfection. Perfect softness, gentleness, strength and passion. He told me how precious I was to him. How nice and warm and sweet I smelled. His hands were perfect on my face, I kept short-circuiting to his touch. His kisses were sharp and prickly because he forgot to shave his five o clock shadow. My lips still feel spikey from it. A sweet sweet sting.