impala-dreamer:

Thinking About…

Sam’s breath, hot on your belly as he slides down on the mattress. His hands find their place on your hips, wrapping around your body, fingers splayed, dimpling your soft flesh. His broad shoulders part your legs, urging them apart as he settles between them. His lips are wet and swollen from your kisses, pink and delicious. He presses them to your skin, gliding side to side, thigh to thigh, skipping over where you want them the most.

You whimper with each missed connection, squirming against his massive hands, hoping to cajole him into taking pity on you.

But he makes you wait.

He wants to see your anticipation shimmer, wants to watch as your body begs for him. Needs to know how much you want him.

And when you’re ready, when your rolling hips and pathetic moans show him how hungry you are…

Sam gives you what you need.

Chuck give me good dreams tonight