Kiss me
I kiss her, never breaking the rhythm, our breath tangled between our lips.
– I love you… My God, I love you…
– Really, slut?
– Yes… I… love you… you don’t know what you do to me…
– Then I’ll keep giving it to you. Just like you need.
– Yes… please… don’t stop…
I grip her hips tighter, thrusting harder, faster. She cries out again and again. My name becomes her prayer, her curse, her chant.
And I have no intention of letting her forget it.