Just three syllables, tripping off your tongue in ragged breaths released…
Please please please
(Yes you may)
Oh God more
(My sweet boy)
I need you
(I’m right here)
I’m gonna…
(Yes you are)
But-but… but…
(Shhhh… Give me)
Yes… Please yes…
(Cum for me)
Ohhh… BABY…
(Say My Name)
The shuddering of your body and the too-fast beat of your heart create the rhythm to which your cheeks flush hot from the dance of your hands; arms open to pull me in and eyelids fluttering shut, your whisper tickles those three syllables once more against my ear.
Ohhhhh…
How I love
the way you
say my name.
Hot, Hot, Hot.
Yow. Yow. Yowwww.
Well… There might be a reason they call me Fever. 😉
It makes perfect sense to me now. Yow.
There are times when I enjoy my partner’s orgasm even more than my own. My ego inflates when I think their orgasm was caused by me. That’s all the more reason to make it as intense as possible. The wet spot on the bed should be a full sized silhouette in sweat.
I suspect your ego isn’t the only thing that inflates… 😛
How lovely it is, your name forced psst my lips, with a gasp, my orgasm, all for you 🙂
Powerful piece of writing, I like it !
“All for me” is suuuuuuch a huge turn on for this girl. (Note that I did not say “all *about* me” – there is a difference.) 😀
“…So did I…”
Did we open the flood gates? Drought over?
The weather is Hot, with a mild Drip and a chance of Wet. News at 11.
Hahaha
I love that 🙂
I don’t understand why this didn’t get MANY MORE comments. It’s GRrrrEAT.
Did you just say that in your Tony-the-Tiger voice? 😛
I most certainly DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID !!!!!!! 😀
So THAT explains my sudden craving for Frosted Flakes…!
😀 They really are GREAAAAAAAAT !!!!!! 😀
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