21.
Your hand ghosts over my thigh as I cradle you between them.
You hold your cock and glide it up and down my slit, gathering wetness.
You feel so good.
I buck my hips; seeking more.
Wanting it all.
I've waited for you for so long.
You're thick and hard as you press against my entrance.
I let myself adjust to you as you tilt your hips against mine.
Your forehead is creased in concentration.
Your eyes are closed.
You're holding yourself back.
But I need you to move.
Need to feel you.
I want to feel everything with you.