[ A greedy, hungry demand. A demand that she thinks can fill up all the lonely, empty spaces inside of her that she now wants singly and wholly filled by him. It lacks the caveat from earlierβ the for now that made this a reasonable ask of him. She likes to think that they are the same, tells herself that the for now is implicit. In reality, it's as reckless and foolish as his offer to give her anything she wants.
These are not promises or pledges they can actually make to each other, and maybe there is a safety in a sorrow in knowing the impermanence that lets her admit she wants him to fill the aching place between her legs and in her chest. She guides him, wrapping a hand around his cock to settle at her entrance. She wants him, the desperate man who is still so generous with his pleasure, the man that whispers sweet and filthy things alike to her while he's buried inside of her. She wants him so badly that it actually hurts, more so when she has to contend with the fact that this will end one day.
But without that, she's not sure she would ask for something so greedy and impossible of him being hers. ]
I need you. [ Its a low whine as she lines him up to slot inside of her. ] Fuck me so good that I'll never forget it.
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[ A greedy, hungry demand. A demand that she thinks can fill up all the lonely, empty spaces inside of her that she now wants singly and wholly filled by him. It lacks the caveat from earlierβ the for now that made this a reasonable ask of him. She likes to think that they are the same, tells herself that the for now is implicit. In reality, it's as reckless and foolish as his offer to give her anything she wants.
These are not promises or pledges they can actually make to each other, and maybe there is a safety in a sorrow in knowing the impermanence that lets her admit she wants him to fill the aching place between her legs and in her chest. She guides him, wrapping a hand around his cock to settle at her entrance. She wants him, the desperate man who is still so generous with his pleasure, the man that whispers sweet and filthy things alike to her while he's buried inside of her. She wants him so badly that it actually hurts, more so when she has to contend with the fact that this will end one day.
But without that, she's not sure she would ask for something so greedy and impossible of him being hers. ]
I need you. [ Its a low whine as she lines him up to slot inside of her. ] Fuck me so good that I'll never forget it.