“Mmm.. that feels good”
There are few things better than getting woken up by being touched
Having the barely there sensation of someone enjoying my curves
My mounds
And the softness of my body
And to feel how much more they love it the longer they stroke
And the harder they squeeze
How much I want the preamble to last but knowing I’m seconds away from wrapping and locking my legs tightly around his body
Sealing that warmth in with no way for him to escape
But why does my phone keep ringing?
It pulls me out of the moment every fucking time, making me feel like a god damn yo-yo
I want to enjoy the fingers that have flicked
and teased
and hardened my nipples
A place he plays with because he knows that shit drives me fucking wild
To enjoy the ticklish twitching my body makes as his hand draws an invisible line between my breasts
To my belly button
Into my underwear playing with my little hairs
To connect with my parted lips that have been spread open in anticipation of his arrival
I love his hands that grip my hair tight and push my face into his because he knows
He knows I’m about to scream
His other fingers, now wet, have pressed deeper inside me
Over
And over
To a rhythm that matches my heavy breathing
and I am not able to resist his beautiful handiwork
And..damn it!
My phone!
My dear hands me my phone
My ex
My car, he needs it
But I can’t think because this man has not stopped experimenting in ways to make my body shake
I’m gripping my phone tighter because..
Because..
Shit, I think I’m about to break it
An hour later
It’s 930 am
I have no regrets
