loving loving loving.

kissing biting moaning

kissing and biting and hushed breaths and moaning and bruises on my hips from holding on too tight and scratches down your back from nails like knives and sweating and touching and tasting and pulling and holding back wrists and following the contours of your body with my lips and feeling when you turn ever so slightly on my hips and opening and closing and rib cages against satin sheets and hot and then cold and slipping my hand between your thighs and seeing ecstasy when i close my eyes and laughing and teasing and moving and spinning and holding it in till you can’t anymore and finally screaming like you have to let go and kissing and biting and hushed breaths and moaning and loving. loving. loving.