Open Wounds
My fingernails trace up your thighs, your teeth sinking into my shoulder blade. A weep escapes your lips, barely parting. My hands grip your waist, lifting you off your feet as I toss you onto the bed, the sheets fluttering around you as your body lands.
While your legs are still up I grab hold of them, and let them rest above my hips. My arms dig into the bed finding there way beneath your bare back as my face falls into your chest. My lips split open, ever so slightly, -just enough for your nipple to slip into my mouth- my teeth tightening around it, squeezing it ‘til you moan. My hand slides to the back of your neck and pulls it up, towards me.
Face to face, your hand slides from my back to my stomach and down further to find me erect. I lift your left leg up around to the right, lift your cheek up as you guide me to your insides, wet, dripping…
+Saturday Jul 7 @ 12:02am
tagged as: short. sex. freewriting. writing. queued.
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