There's a flash of irritation that he keeps asking, forcing her to admit to wanting this with him, as if she hasn't opened her chest wide enough for him to see her bleeding. Her hand tightens in his hair, aiming to pull him off, then just as quickly releases at the steady, hot suction of his mouth again.
Between trying to remember to breathe and whimpering, "Fuck, babe, you know I do," it hits her that maybe he needs to hear it. She opens her eyes and tugs his head up so she can see his. "Like this with you."
Truth, truth, all this fucking truth. It's like ripping the shitty wallpaper off sheetrock to expose the mess beneath.
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Date: 2011-10-04 08:50 pm (UTC)Between trying to remember to breathe and whimpering, "Fuck, babe, you know I do," it hits her that maybe he needs to hear it. She opens her eyes and tugs his head up so she can see his. "Like this with you."
Truth, truth, all this fucking truth. It's like ripping the shitty wallpaper off sheetrock to expose the mess beneath.