A/N #1: Just a drabble…
A/N #2: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. Sadly, all I own are mistakes.
As my eyes meet yours, I wonder if you know how badly I want to taste you-your lips, your tongue, your porcelain skin. The thought devours me and laps at the lust deep in my abdomen. I know this feeling. It only means one thing... I want you. In every way. I want to feel your breaths pant hotly over my lips. I want to hear your moan as my mouth finds that spot on your neck and my fingers gently pull your hair. I want to feel you writhe against me as I press my thigh between your legs. I want to feel how much you want me, how ready you are for me. I want to feel your hips buck against my hands as my tongue tastes you for the first time. I want to hear you beg me for release and scream my name when I give in to you.
Sadly, though, I always want things too much. And as my eyes break contact, I wonder if you've seen it, the flash of something in my eyes. That something that means I want to do delicious, sinful things to you. Doubt clouds my judgment, pushing the thought aside, but my gut instinct and the smirk toying at the corner of your mouth tell me you know.