He comes
he’s at the door
she lets him in
she’s shy
she holds him anyway
She wasn’t ready
She didn’t want him
She says she doesn’t want him
He doesn’t listen
Does he hear?
She couldn’t have him
She knows it wouldn’t last
He comes in
His kiss is good
Oh, so good,
She pushes back into his mouth seeking more
So much better where they’re alone
She can’t see him it would be disaster
His hands are down her hips, her thighs,
Cold hands, so good
Down her thighs
No panties
To the small of her back
A hand on each hip and a thumb in
That soft velvety place
Where the belly meets the thigh
Presses her against him
Hard
Hands, cold hands, up her back
No bra
Smiling, he likes it.
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She turns he’s on her like a cat
What she wants
He’s behind her fully connected
It’s too intense she rolls
Rolls under him and takes him into her again
He’s deep and hard and fast and
Tender tells her what he wants
She’s flushed she arches she moans
He wants her on top
She’s on top, still, he’s deeper still
He wants to hear what she says
She whispers she’s a giant V and he’s
Bottomed at her heart
But she won’t say that loud
Enough, he says penny for your thoughts
But she won’t give
Just drives him deeper in
He says again what he wants
She drives him deeper deeper in then
He’s on top asking her again
But she cannot talk
She won’t believe, won’t give
She’s shocked for the goodness of it
What shouldn’t be.
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