Naturelovingadventurer - The Wondering Adventure

sometimes we don’t want love. we want to be chosen. to be seen fully, in all our chaos, silence, and need, and still be the one someone reaches for without hesitation. real connection isn’t loud. it’s in the small things. how someone stays when you’re quiet. how they look at you when you think you’ve said too much. how they don’t flinch when you’re not easy to hold. that’s what we ache for. not perfection. just presence.

She was still catching her breath when he pulled her hips up, hands rough, grip firm.

“You really thought I was done with you?” he growled against her shoulder, voice low and dark. “After how sweet you tasted?”

She moaned, face pressed to the sheets as he lined himself up behind her—still dripping, still shaking.

Her: “What if someone hears?”

Him: kissing her neck.

“Then they’ll learn what it sounds like when I fuck you right.”