Dead To Me

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Her whole body aches for him, as his body aches for her. Both of their bodies throbbed for each others touch and every part of them longed to feel the other one on them.

: i promise i'll be gentle

And she wanted to believe him because she was scared, so so scared but at the same time... she didn't care, she didn't fucking care.

: take me.

He smiled, gently walking his fingers from his mouth down her body. they stood completely naked in front of each other. Him admiring her perfect boobs, and curves and bumps, not even noticing any of the imperfections she always talks about and her admiring his abs and muscles and the v going down... down to his dick. which was already hard, so so hard and she throbbed more than she ever had before. Fuck. just fuck.

She steps forward, slightly, and he does too. Their lips touch, so gently and slowly but together they silently agree to go faster, and before they know it theyre hungrily sucking eachother, and her hands trace his back and his hands run through her hair. And he roughly pushes her down and the slight pain from her back hitting the hard bed makes her moan, but it feels good, so good. and he slides himself into her and both of them are moaning and screaming and kissing and god everything lights up around them. it was so different to anything either of them had experienced before, not that he was going to admit that. Not that he was ever going to admit that. He knew that she wouldn't say anything, but he almost wished she would. Because he needed some way to be able to describe this. Somehow describe this. and she needed it too, she needed to run up to her friends and spill about the guy who noone understands... except, in a way, her. But she can't. So they concentrate on this. on everything they felt together in this moment, and the tingles running through both their bodies.