I miss how you smell when you jump on top of me. That musky smell, like your cologne and just… you… it smells so right…like my body has been waiting for you, forever. It’s only been a little while but when you walk past me, I think about how good you’ll feel in me. How I want you to throw me down, pull my hair and fuck me as hard as you can. But I also want to be on top of you. I want to ride you like no one has ever ridden before. I literally crave your body against mine.
I love it when you pin me. When your strong hands hold my hip and my wrists and gently press yourself into me. You’re hard. Your hands hold me down, harder. I’ll bruise. I love knowing I’ll have that reminder of you. You have no idea how often I dream of this. I’m naughty, but safe with you. I crave you. I love that body against me.