my obssession for her
I wanted her to feel me in every way a man can be felt not just on her skin, not just between her thighs, but deep inside her where desire burns the brightest. I craved that moment when her breath would catch and her body would arch into mine, when her soft whimpers turned into hungry moans and she gave in to the fire we sparked every time we touched. I needed her to feel the full weight of my obsession the way my mind undressed her before my hands ever did, the way I fantasized about the sounds she'd make as I pulled her closer, kissed her deeper, touched her slower. I didn’t want to be gentle, not always I wanted to grip her hips, bury my face in her neck, and whisper every filthy thought I had, just to feel her shiver beneath me. I wanted her to know how her scent lingered on my lips long after she was gone, how the memory of her taste made me hard with a single thought, how my hunger for her only grew the more I fed it. I didn’t just want to please her I wanted to ruin her for anyone else, to make her crave the rough edge of my passion and the tender ache that came after. I wanted her undone, breathless, flushed, aching for more mine to tease, to explore, to possess completely until she couldn’t tell where her need ended and mine began......
