Fuck it. I grip her hips and pull her closer, grind her down into me, she starts working on the buttons of my shirt, licking new skin, I move my hands to her neck, to cradle her head, to pull her mouth to mine, I kiss her with everything I wanted to say, everything I wanted to convey to her. I want to possess her. I trace her lips with my tongue, slide our tongues together, I bite her bottom lip, tug it into my mouth, groan. She’s so light above me, I want to fuse us together. I pick her up by her thighs, still kissing her, like if I stop I’ll lose her forever. I walk us to my room, to my bed, I put her down, and move to lay facing her on my side. She mirrors me. I touch her hip, tugging her closer to me, putting her thigh between both of mine. Her hands aren’t focused and she’s lightly touching my cock. There’s no way she would know that her barely touching me only makes me harder. She shrugs her shirt off, shoves her pants down, I touch her newly exposed skin lightly. Tracing shapes onto her stomach, connecting the dots of her freckles. I grip her hip bone and rub circles into them. She moves closer to me, hiding her face in my neck. I trace the edges of her underwear. I want to make her wet. Her breathing is shallow. I dip my fingers into her underwear, I trace her slit, pull her wetness up, rub circles around her clit. Her breath speeds up when I do, slows down when I do.