Sharp intake of breath.
I throw my hand to the corner of the bed, ripping the sheets off. Head tilting back, my mouth formed an ‘o,’ as your lips traced the hip line of my jeans.
Your nails finding the edges. Taking in fistfuls of the material, my hips thrust upwards, allowing you the privilege of tearing them from my body.
They crumpled on the floor, as you dive down on top of my frame, my leg curling around the small of your back as I pull you down on top of me. I take in the small of your neck,Our lips hover momentarily.
I smile.
You smile.We collide.
Things I’ll always do to you. (via onedayonebreath)
such a great feeling when someone just genuinely wants to talk to you and wants to know how your life is going
I just want to be in my girls arms :(
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