I don't know how to explain this. I wish I did. I wish it made sense.
I need her.
And I need her gone.
My fingers dig into her skin. "I don't want to hurt you. But I don't know what else to do. I need you so badly right now."
She presses her forehead to my chin. "Say it again."
"I need you."
Her nails dig into my skin. "Has there been anyone else?"
"No. You're all I think about."
"Me either. I mean me too. I mean—" She presses her lips to mine. Tugs my t-shirt up my torso.
I help her get it over my head.
My hands go to her hips. Then under her thighs. I lift her into my arms.
She wraps her legs around my waist.
I carry her into my bedroom. Set her on the bed.
She looks up at me.
We've been here a few dozen times. But it's different. It's never been all of her and all of me.
It's never been this desperate. This needy.
She kicks off her flats.
I unbutton and unzip my jeans. Pu
sh them to my knees.
She shimmies out of her panties. Motions come here.
I strip out of everything and climb onto the bed.
She wraps her hand around my cock. Kisses me as she strokes me.
Fuck.
I roll her dress up her thighs, her pelvis, her stomach, her chest. She breaks our kiss to toss it over her head.
I do away with her bra.
She drags her hands up my torso.
Her eyes lock with mine as I climb on top of her, nudge her knees apart.
She nods yes, now, please.
But she isn't ready.
I drag my fingertips up her inner thigh.