Your mouth is hot as it moves down my neck. Firm rough hands at my waist, pulling at me... pressing your heart against mine speaking to mine in ways our tongues can’t.
There’s so much to say; words deafening threaten the sound of my heart racing in my ears. Sweet whispers tickle at my collarbone, the roughness of the scruff of your chin scratching at my chest.
Strong arms wrap around my waist; your face buried into my neck, my hair. We’re as close to one as we’ll ever be.
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