“Jonas!” My eyes cross at the rasp in her voice when she says my name. It’s a war of tongues and lips, swallowing the other’s moans because I can’t fucking get enough of the feel of her under my hands, around my cock, her skin on mine, can’t get enough of the way she kisses me like she loves me. Like she can’t fathom a life without me, and I return it tenfold, because I can’t either. She’s my present and my future, I had no past before her, and I want no future without her.
