Disclaimer & A/N: You've seen it before. I'm not saying it again ;)
Shredded scraps of cloth drift in the air as I slide onto him, straddling his thighs, getting as close as I possibly can. I've never been intimate with another person in such a way, but I am led by his thoughts, by his needs and desires.
He gives me everything, thoughts he had when he was far enough from me that he could think openly. I moan into his mouth when I see the time he imagined my lips on him, denied his need no longer and released into his hand.
I cannot help but thrust my hips against him.
