Sometimes it’s the quiet nights that are the most intense. The house is finally still, but my mind isn’t. All I can think about is the way your body feels under mine, the desperate sounds you make when my tongue is on your clit and my fingers are deep inside your cunt. The memory of your cock twitching and pulsing as you fill me up is a physical ache between my legs right now. It’s more than just the sex, though. It’s the raw, unfiltered connection. It’s knowing I can make you lose all control and that you trust me completely to take you there. I’m craving that surrender tonight. To feel owned and to own you right back.