“You’re so cute when get desperate. you beg so sweetly. I can feel how badly you want it. Did you notice? Your breath shakes when I say not yet. But you’re doing so well for me, baby. hold it.” And you do, even with tears running down your face. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”
the fall into subspace. the daze. the flood. your mind slowing down to a still. the way all else fades into the background and all that you can see, hear, and feel is them. in every last hair on your body and in skin that’s hot to the touch. lost in their power. empty, but whole.
While she’s coming down from your overwhelming her senses, when she can can barely form sentences, stroke her hair and say,
“Your body is learning faster than your mind. It already knows it belongs to me. Your thoughts will catch up. They always do.”
انا عارف ان طول عمرك مؤدبة و محترمة و شاطرة و بتطلعى من الاوائل ... لحد ما دخلتى الكلية و قابلتيني ... علمتك يعنى ايه الشطارة بجد و كل حتة فيكي تبقى متجننة عليا و بقيتي تسيبينى اعمل فيكي كل اللى انا عايزة ... عرفتك انك بتحبى تبقى شرموطة ليا و لعبة فى ايدى