At the denied pleasure, I felt like I was losing my mind, I eagerly moved my waist to urge him to move again, but he was still like the mountain. How was he able to contain this? And gods the look he gave me, that smirk on his lips I wanted to kiss it away, he was enjoying this, he enjoyed seeing me in desperate need of a release.
"My wildfire" he mused, the movement of his lips as he says my nickname, gods this man was making me become a mess, I desired him so badly like it was killing me.
"Move" I hummed, moving my waist again but not even a movement, was it possible to be this still?
He leaned down, brushing his nose on mine, he has only done this action twice to me but it felt very familiar, what other time have he done it?
"Say it," he murmured. "Tell me how much you want me, my love"
I moaned, his gentle words were making my head whirl, I moved my waist again but still no movement.
