Disclaimers: Not mine! But I can still dream...


Don't



Don't look...


I look into his eyes, green and warm, darken with lust and desire.


Don't feel...


I can feel his hands slipping underneath my shirt, roaming over my body, playing with my harden nipples. He unzips my pants with haste, letting it drop to the ground as cool air hit me, his warm body next to mine.


Don't listen...


We are panting heavily now and as he kisses me, a moan escapes his mouth or is it mine?


Don't touch...


I pull him closer, my hands in his dark, messy hair as I writhe under his strong grip. My fingers move down his spine, along the waistband of his boxer then slip in, stroking him gently with feathery touches.


Sweaty hands and legs entangle with each other as I surrender to his skilled hands, pressing into his embrace as we begin to thrust hard against each other with need and desire.


Faster and faster and faster and faster...


Don't shout...


His name on my lips as I come, and mine from him...


Don't move...


After some time, he slips out of me, leaning against my body as my fingers comb through his soft hair.


"I think..."


Don't think...


"I'm falling in love..."


Don't say...


"...with..."


"Don't."


Don't dream...


"Don't."



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