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I can feel you breathing heavy into the kisses, grasping at my face. The way you’re pressing yourself harder against my thigh, the rough grind of your hips when I press back.

I know it feels so good, and I want you to feel good. And when you moan and press even harder, I can feel the way your kisses become more aggressive and you start pulling my hips, the strap I’m wearing. The way you press it down between your legs, just to whimper as you lower yourself. I can feel the way you twitch and stretch over me. And the noise you make? In my mouth? Is enough for me to help you the rest of the way.

I was focused on feeling your fingers running through the back of my hair, the nails against my undercut- how you smelled, felt warm, and soft under me: the way you pressed yourself harder against me ever time I would move my hips against yours.

But then you make that moan. Or that whimper. You tell me you want me inside of you. You bite your lip, wink- or you give me that seductive whine - That you can’t wait anymore, that you’re mine.

Then I can’t think straight anymore.

Suddenly I can’t get your pants off fast enough, your bra is annoying. Your shirt has to go. I have to absolutely get rid of these panties. And I want to feel you moving under me, grabbing at me, pulling my hand between your legs. Pressing myself into you, like there’s too much space still there.

Hearing you pant in my ear, when my two fingers find themselves between your folds and I don’t even wait before I’m inside and massaging.

I’m forcing your legs wider, so I can fit between them, setting my hips so I can rock behind my hand into you. Feeling your teeth click against mine when I can’t watch your pretty little mouth make noises like that without me.

Forcing my thumb in your mouth, watching your pretty little lips wrap around, before reaching between your legs and rubbing around your clit.

eventually you’re grinding into each other, gasping into eachother’s mouths between heated kisses. and god, they’re just so beautiful— and you need them. so you can’t help but whisper between love-bites on their neck, begging them to let you taste them. because you need it so bad, you’re trembling at the thought.

obviously, this is where they’re a bit iffy. not because they don’t want to. but because nobody’s ever made them feel good before. their last experiences were spent with people who didn’t know what they were doing. but you? you’ve been waiting for this— waiting for them. so when you start kissing your way down their body, they get nervous, their hands flying to your hair as a way to ground themselves.