An evening stroll.

God, babe, I was gonna switch to matters of the heart today, but ngl opening up like I did last week has got something going on inside me that still needs release… And just looking at your mouth…

Scene: Us, out on a walk around the neighborhood, me telling you about a recent concert I attended…

“Oh, you know the one… it goes…

‘Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me…’"

You stop in your tracks, look at me, and say

“God. Yes.”

And before either of us really know what’s happening, I’m on you, our lips colliding in a celestial-level event as one of my hands finds your hair and the other finds your ass. Somewhere in the background someone says “What the-“ but it’s lost completely as I stumble on the curb and fall on my back.

Instantly, you’re on top of me, lips finding mine again as your tongue finds its way deeper into my mouth than I ever imagined possible.

You shudder already as you back away enough to yank your shirt up and over your head. There’s still some kind of indistinct yelling, but it’s in the background and doesn’t distract me one bit as I straight up break your bra clasp.

Babe. I have a perfect mental image of your ass. You do not hide it, not even a little, a fact I will forever be grateful for.

But your breasts.
God…
Your perfect breasts have been mostly a mystery…

But no more.

And you shudder yet again as I take a perfect nipple into my mouth for a moment, before flipping you off of me and onto your back in the grass.

Your leggin's rip apart easily, having already been soaked through. But the yelling is getting louder now, and I think I'm hearing sirens in the distance…

So before you even know what’s happening, my belt is off and around your ankles, and you’re over my shoulder—perfect ass in the air, somehow shuddering yet again as I carry you off to…

Whoever the fuck cares where.

Just not here, with the screeching harpies and the blaring sirens.

And then, babe.

That’s when I make you shudder like you never knew you could before.

And again.

(and once more, for good measure)

Yours.
God.
Yes.