Can you Feel my heart?

The hunger {Austin}

It had been a month since I had touched him. The fire under my skin was becoming to hot to bear. He made me want him even more now. I wanted to kiss those lush lips and feel his softness. But something burned in me deeper, a primal hunger. I wanted to taste a new side of him, feel his fear and passion. I wanted to see him naked in my sheets. I could feel the slither in my belly, the pull of my hips. I wanted what I was deriving myself of. I wanted to tear into his fragility, hear him, see him at my mercy. I slung my arm over my face and let out a groan. I rolled over, pressing my erection into the bed. I bit the edge of my pillow, my mind clouded in this ecstasy. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. I wanted him now. I could no longer keep this distance. Another day might make me explode, this pent up emotion surging through me. I forced myself to calm down. I would wait for this, find the right time to jump on him. I reached down and slid my hand into my boxers. I groaned into my pillow at the fatigue I had worked myself into. I gave myself a small stroke, cold fingers dancing up my spine. I was painfully hard. I bit my lip softly, Oliver filling my head.