It's painful bliss being unable to acquire innocent love, when emotion and attention isn't what you're yearning, but rather rustled sheets and a sleepy "That was amazing" in the morning.
Addicted to this intangeable drug, you find yourself craving even a sweet, sweet brush of it at anytime of day, continuous biting, tasting, and embracing as if we were each other's prey.
Hard and grippingly wet like a rocky waterfall, lingerie wraps around your slim torso and becomes overflowing with bust, not even skin to skin yet his eyes are flaming with lust.
His desperate yet patient desire may possibly be what spikes yours,  making you drenched with almost-painful passion, and theres no avoiding the explosive climaxing when his mouth is circling you in a deep and slow fashion.