Joe Goldberg is beginning to wonder if there's any more decent people in the world. With both Candace and Beck out of the picture, he's feeling lonely and starting to give up on love. That is, until Leila comes sobbing into Mooney's. Fragile and vul...
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You fall asleep so easily. A soft snooze whistling past your lips as you sluggishly groan out responses to my musings.
My lips twitch, smiling at the thought of you bundled up in blankets, battling the cold as you struggle to stay lucid. It's amusing, Leila. That you try so hard to hide your attraction, but feel comforable enough to snore through the phone.
I close my eyes, wishing to be with you. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. My heartbeat synching up to yours.
The two of us becoming one.
Just a second longer and you would have invited me to stay.
I could feel it, on the tip of your tongue. Hidden behind your eyes.
You wanted me there with you.
And if I wasn't so convincing in my nice guy routine, I would have succeeded.
And I wouldn't be stuck in this awkward position of trying to unmask you.
A week and I still don't have a picture of you. No updates to your day. No dimwitted memes to motivate me through my day.
All I've got is your number. The only lifeline into your innermost thoughts.
I'm at odds here, Leila.
I hate this feeling of war you've inspired inside of me. One minute, I want to be pure, patient, and kind. Treat you with the utmost respect, playing the part of gentleman and knight. Being the man you desperately believe I am. Who I want to be.
The next second, I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you long and hard on your couch. Letting my tongue explore every inch of your body. Tasting the bittersweet flavor of your flesh as I grip and squeeze your breasts. Rubbing up against you, making you moan. Hearing you pant my name as I lose myself in you. Relishing everything you are. And all that I am. Slowly sucking and kissing your navel, nibbling your panty line. Dividing your legs, feeling just how warm you are from the inside out as I roam through you.
Fuck.
It's happening again. Leila, what am I supposed to do? You've made me so... Hard. It's not like I expect you to take care of it... But it'd be nice to have you here. Those rose petal lips wrapped around the shaft of my penis. Your tongue rolling around it, testing the length as you bob up and down... Up and down. Fitting it all in as I knot my hand into your hair. Pulling, but not too hard. Just enough to let you know I'm enjoying it.
Oh God, and when I cum- will you let me do it in your mouth? Or can I go all over your breast. Soaking them in my love juice. Letting them glisten in my sticky white goo?
