He couldn't imagine pulling away, so he, instead, poured more desire into her. Decades of want and need and loss and pain and love that they hadn't let themselves touch before, pooled around her the pleasure centers in her mind.
In the physical world, he tugged at her shirt, which seemed a pathetic move in comparison to what his mind was giving to her. But he wanted her. He didn't want a lust-filled moment against a wall or touches on a dark bench. He wanted to know every inch of her, taste every inch of her.
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He couldn't imagine pulling away, so he, instead, poured more desire into her. Decades of want and need and loss and pain and love that they hadn't let themselves touch before, pooled around her the pleasure centers in her mind.
In the physical world, he tugged at her shirt, which seemed a pathetic move in comparison to what his mind was giving to her. But he wanted her. He didn't want a lust-filled moment against a wall or touches on a dark bench. He wanted to know every inch of her, taste every inch of her.