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Hear My Soul Speak
There’s poetry in his every movement.
It’s another night where I’m hungering after him as if I can’t be sated.
He fucks me slow, my head pressed into the mattress, and it takes everything I have not to cry out.
“Let it out, love,” he says, caressing my back with gentle touches. His dick is hot against my ass, pulsing and throbbing as he continues to move against me in achingly slow movements. I whimper, and he strokes my hair softly.
“You’re so afraid to let go,” he says, his voice sounding as if it’s coming from far away. “Do you realize what a gem you are? Do you realize how you sparkle? Do you realize how you make me lose my goddamn mind every time I’m near you?”
His thrusts become more hurried, but I don’t feel the pain of it. His hand stays steady on the back of my neck. I feel the waves of pleasure crash over me as he continues to wash over me like an ocean tide.
“More,” I whisper, and he keeps running his hands down my back as if he’s giving me a massage.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice soft, “you feel so good.”
I lose myself in thoughts of kissing him full on the mouth, his tongue meeting mine again and again, our mouths lingering on each other in a way that sex never quite seems to match for me. I could…
