When you're sitting on his lap, kissing him - slow, unhurried, his hand moves up your thigh, fingers tracing the edge of your skin before pausing. The air between you hums with something soft -not lust, not need - just quiet understanding of what it means to be this close. <3
When you're sitting on his lap, kissing him - slow, unhurried, his hand moves up your thigh, fingers tracing the edge of your skin before pausing. The air between you hums with something soft -not lust, not need - just quiet understanding of what it means to be this close. <3
The real weakness? When they pull me into their lap at the end of the day, loosens his tie, grips my chin, and kisses me slow but deep like he’s unraveling all my thoughts, making me his, piece by piece, until I can’t remember anything but him.