@slaski LEFT A LETTER: [ GAZE ] sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.
Left hand is desperately grasping at the marble sink, right hand tightly hanging onto his arm as it was extended downward, his handed below the fabric of her skirt. Truth be told ( lord forgive her for even confessing this ), Chrissy wasn't a virgin when she'd met him. No, she'd let go of that piece of herself long before she'd known Paul. An old boyfriend, one that was super special to her at that time. Till she realized he was her safety-net, the expectation... It was too much. She was sick of her life feeling like it was a snow-globe, doomed to watch the snow fall evermore. Her first time wasn't special, and every other time wasn't pleasurable, it felt like nothing... Until she met Paul. Breath heavy, high pitched mewls of approval slipping passed her lips. Biting down on her lower lip is a failed attempt at silencing herself. The fact is, Chrissy didn't know sex could be pleasurable. She didn't know that it was supposed to be until Paul took matters into his own hands. And for her? It was like taking an advil after having a migraine all day. It was the release she'd needed without even realizing it till he had her practically bent over the counter-top. Eyes flutter closed, but the soothing peace lasted only 3 seconds before he'd grabbed at her jaw, forcing her to look at him, a nearly impossible task with how immense the pleasure was.
❝ Paul, please... ❞
