She may be shorter, but I make ways to make sure she gets to look down and enjoy.
Finding her working in her office and giving her a look that tells her what I want. Letting her feel my gaze traveling over her, taking her in, memorizing each and every inch of her. Then walking in, standing her up only to bend her over slowly. Making sure she feels where my hands go. Make sure she feels when I pull her skirt up and peel her panties down. Make sure she feels how much she turns me on in that first press inside.
There are quiet nights. On those nights, our hands find each other to simply connect.
Those nights that are quiet and we just find each other are just as powerful as those we ravage each other.
I always wonder if she really wants it. Then I see that look and I know she does.
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Throughout the day I have been thinking a great many things, but currently, my mood is to follow her upstairs to our room, let her start to change but stop her mid process, bend her over the bed, lift her skirt, and take her. Hard, and deep. The kind where no words are needed, just raw feeling of need that she drives in me.
I can’t say this enough...
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