goodlilgirl:
I keep thinking about him. How his skin feels against mine. The rough hair on his face makes my lips sore as we kiss. His hands trace my every curve, exploring me as though he’s never seen me before. He takes his time, paying every inch of my body very close attention. When he makes love to me, he looks at me as though he could see into my very soul. Slowly. So slowly, he loves every inch of me. His arms are so tight around me, almost as if he’ll never let me go. But he do
I keep thinking about him. How his skin feels against mine. The rough hair on his face makes my lips sore as we kiss. His hands trace my every curve, exploring me as though he’s never seen me before. He takes his time, paying every inch of my body very close attention. When he makes love to me, he looks at me as though he could see into my very soul. Slowly. So slowly, he loves every inch of me. His arms are so tight around me, almost as if he’ll never let me go. But he do