Next time

I almost didn't listen. Not out of lust, but because I want to feel the connection with you I so desperately crave. I want to be as close to you as possible. To show you how much I really fucking care about you. Would you have hated me or would you have completely surrendered yourself to me? Would you have felt safe? Warm? Loved? That's how I want to make you feel.

The way you try to get as close to me as possible without touching me makes my heart race with anticipation. I couldn't help myself. I just had to touch you. To tease you, to make you want more. I needed to see you as you desperately try to hide how much you want me. Every fidget, every chill. They showed me exactly what you wanted. When you were biting down on your hair tie, what did you really want in your mouth. I wanna know what you were thinking about in that moment. You looked so good doing that. Seeing you desperate for my touch while making sure I can see almost completely down your shirt. It killed me, and I could feel precum dripping down my legs when you were doing that.

You always ask me what I'm looking at when you catch me staring, are you sure you want the real answer? I want to look into your eyes with a hand gently around your neck the next time you ask me. I'll tell you everything you've been wanting to hear. The things we both already know but haven't said.

I will tell you next time, I promise. Just make sure you're ready for the answer if you ask because when I answer it might make us want each other even more than we already do.