“Fuck,” he says, taking a step or two closer, then sinking onto his knees behind me. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah, less admiring, more pounding. Let’s go.”
“Felix, I—”
I cut off whatever he’s about to say with a laugh. “I don’t need fancy words. It’s okay for you to just use me.”
“You might not need them, but I want to give them to you anyway. You’re beautiful, Fe. And there are no words for how much I want you.”
— Jan 30, 2025 09:56AM
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