He pulls away suddenly, a little too rough, but the painful sensation is in how soon he is ending this. I let forth a loud grumble of displeasure. The thrill of intense s****l desire has me on fire. Right now, I'm craving him. I yearn for him so much. Since he left a week ago, he has aroused something in me that I never knew I had a spot for. And I now fear that I may not have control over this.
I didn't realize I was crying until I felt his thumbs softly dabbing the tears before cupping my face, and I peeled my eyes to meet his.
“I love you, Lynn. Like I did before, and I will always do,” He says, nuzzling my cheeks with his thumbs, and as I glint at him atop of me right now, as his sweet confession soothes my heart, coercing me to right this, as I listen to our body language and the ec
