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We’re in your dimly lit studio apartment. The soft glow streaming through the open window casts a warm hue on your chiseled features. The scent of your cologne lingers in the air. It’s a potent blend of sandalwood and musk. It makes my heart race. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed. My body is aching with anticipation as I plead with you to tell me all of the things you want me to do to your body.
“Fuck, Liam,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know.” You look at me with those piercing blue eyes, your gaze filled with a raw intensity that makes my heart flutter. I can see the desire etched on your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. You want this as much as I do.
your dimly lit studio apartment
“My tongue dreams of tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone, marking a path leading to the secret hollow of your throat,” I continue. My voice grows more confident as I let the words flow. “How it craves to dance along the strong line of your jaw, lingering on the sensitive skin behind your ear, whispering promises with each feather-light caress.”
Your breath hitches as I speak, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. It’s easy to see the effect my words have on you, the way your body responds to my every utterance…I want to see more, to see how far I can push you before you snap. “The way you watch me, the subtle tightening of your grip, the almost imperceptible tremor that runs through your body,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me, Liam. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
You hesitate for a moment, the tension between us growing thick and palpable. I can see the war raging inside you, the battle between your desire and your pride. But in the end, desire wins out, and you finally give in to your own needs. “I want you to touch me,” you say, your voice thick with lust. “Everywhere.” I smile, a wicked gleam in my eyes as I rise from the bed and make my way towards you. The electric current that flows between us as our bodies come together.
I can feel the hard length of your cock pressing against me, the evidence of your desire straining against the fabric of your pants. My entire being longs to touch it, to feel it pulse and throb in my hand, but I know I must be patient. That’s right, I must make you wait, to build the anticipation until it’s almost unbearable. “I want to feel your cock slide into my pussy, to feel it fill me up and stretch me wide.”
You groan, your head falling back as I speak, your hands reaching out to grip my hips. I can feel the heat of your breath on my skin, the way your body trembles with need. Stepping back, my eyes locked on yours, I slowly begin to undress and see the hunger in your gaze. Your eyes rake over my body as I reveal more and more of my skin. The heat of your gaze lingers on my breasts, my hips, my thighs.
You step forward, your hands reaching out to grip my hips as you pull me towards you.
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