As he sits there, shirt unbuttoned. Eyes directly on me. I realise we have landed. Finally, free time. We can now go to the land of our own. Freedom. I grip his hand as we land. Why? Because I'm scared of landing. He knows this, not factually but by my body language it's more than obvious. " Dior Dior Dior " he whispers slowly in my ear as my stomach fills up with energetic butterflies that struggle to contain themselves. It's hard to not just jump on top of him, as he would tell me. I behave. I behave I behave I behave. Reward.
My nipple sits under my shirt, as hard as a rock. As it shows through my shirt he notices and lets off a small but noticeable smile. I love it when he smiles. Dopamine fills my brain like wildfire.
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