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I want you to eat me like this. Clothes still on, middle of the day, long and slow. I don’t want to be crying out this time. Or bucking. Or cursing. I don’t want to be grabbing your hair and pulling you closer. I don’t want to make my need as obvious as I usually do.

I just want this. Slow. Gentle. Soft moaning. Hips lightly shaking. Eyes open. Lips parted.

For all the words I call myself, for all the wild fantasies I have, for all the times I grit my teeth and grind against you, sometimes I just need this. Sometimes this is all it takes.

(via sailingonthesea)