Fuck deadlines. My pants are not supposed to be at the foot of your bed. I’m straddling you, cupping my hands around your jaw and lifting your lips towards mine, when I kiss you softly. I’m wearing a light shirt, folded at the cuffs, and my ass is bare save my thong, hovering above your lap. You let me do what I want despite knowing better, sighing into me. My thumb runs along the edge of your brow as I go in deeper, my tongue brushing the inside of your lip, before you meet me. I fold my free arm around your neck, pressing my breasts against your chest, begging for more, as you lean back. My heart is beating quicker now. I move to your neck and ears, where you can hear my lightening breaths and I yours. My hand wanders down your chest, rubbing your nipples lightly before sliding under your shirt and up your back, scratching you tenderly, silently begging you to fuck me.