I’m going to beg you to stop and it’s going to be a lie.
Despite the words coming out of my mouth, there will nothing I want more than for you to fuck me into oblivion. Until my body shakes and my skin glistens with sweat, and I lose all sense of what is real and what is not. Until mascara runs down my face in dark stripes and my voice screams itself into hoarse whispers.
I want to feel your movements in my bones, feel your skin scorch my soft flesh, feel your pulse against mine as your thumb digs into my neck.
I want to know nothing but what you do to me, and be nothing but yours.