I just want some candlelight on this stormy night, I think I want you too because…he doesn’t call me what you call me, it’s 3am..but I swear he just did.

I’m only half present my minds on us instead, the way he touches me… isn’t the way you do, the way you know what I really want, how you know my body, he doesn’t do what you do to me and his hands don’t feel like yours….the way I want your hands all over me, put your hands on me…please?

His lips don’t taste like yours, and my moans don’t feel complete unless you taste them, unless they are because of you. I think I’m delusional…because I don’t think he’s telling me what I wanna hear, I think I can only hear you, I think I can only feel you inside me now.

He doesn’t leave me thoughtless. Fuck, the only thing I’ve thought of is you. I’m ontop of him, I think I’m pulling his hair out… I wish he’d pull mine out the way you would, the way you’d make me look at you, the way you’d…..

I can’t open my eyes.…..I’m so lost, I’m on top of you it’s your mouth on my nipple, your hand around my neck, my hand in your hair and the other reaching behind and in between your legs grabbing for every part that isn’t inside me, it’s your voice and it’s your thumbs giving me more than I need and can take, your so deep inside me, you feel so fucking good, I don’t think I can take it… I’m begging you, and begging you…the way I always do…. I’m calling out your name…I can’t stop. You know I’m about to cum.

Oh fuck. Was I only thinking of you? Did I call him by your name?