SIT ON ME.

God, babe. Won’t you just… frickin’…

Sit on me already.

I don’t even care what part. My lap. My side. My face. My back. Whatever. Wherever.
There isn’t a single part of my body that isn’t aching to feel your heat against it.

But, god, babe. Leave those shorts on–they’re half of why I’m in this state right now to begin with.
Just dry hump me like we’re teens again.
Use me like you would a pillow when you’re desperate.

Because I know you are.

Ugh. God. Why does this universe keep conspiring to keep me from witnessing you coming undone?
Just once—fuck—let me hear your voice quake.
Let me watch the shudders move through you as you lose all control.

Let me see you come.

And I could die a happy man.

God dammit but I want you.

Hard.

Desperate and Yours.