Distraction

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What are you doing? Oh, please, don't mind me. I don't want to become a distraction.

I couldn't possibly keep you. I couldn't possibly allow my fingers to explore up your spine. How it arches like that.

The way that my body trembles at your scent as I grip the back of your neck. It's so good and so bad to allow me to take you away. Oh, how desperately I would love to plunge inside you.

How desperately I would love to feel how turned on, how charged up you already are. Hold it together. Hold it together.

I fucking want you. I fucking want to grab your hair, stand you up and bend you over. I fucking want to tear those clothes to shreds and take ownership of your body.

Mmm. I want to hear you moan in my ears. I want to feel the weight of my body on top of you.

I want your mind to disappear into nothingness. Nothing but raw, primal, explosive passion. But I couldn't possibly do that.

I couldn't possibly distract you like that. It would be uncivilized of me. But oh, the temptation.

Oh, the way I want to trace my fingers along your jawline, down your neck and shoulders. How I want to explore and discover every way that you squirm. You are my musical instrument.

Mmm. How much I love plunging into you. Mmm.

Feeling you rippling around me. Feeling your chest raise up and down as you breathe deeper. Feeling how your breath pulls me in more and more.

What's that? Would you whisper more into my ears? Mmm.

Always more. Always. In due time.

Mmm.