learning every trick and touch that makes you melt, lines blurring between your pleasure and theirs as they see you fall apart, all thanks to them. a part of them brags at the fact that their lips, their hands, and their words are what get you like this. but another part is racing with the other, trying to be better and trying to get you somewhere no one else ever will. they completely give in, making you a mess that's so purposeful to you that it's guaranteed no one else will come close to it. it's something only you two will have, and that makes it a million times more hazy.
but, i love it even more when it's something they can't control. of course, it's nice when someone dedicates their time and touch for a few rounds purely for your sake. but with some, it's different. once they get single taste, it's like every breath is dedicated to having all of it. a secret switch gets flipped, and once they hear you cum, they want it again, and again, and again. they get greedy. every praise or condescending murmur falling from your lips blurs and it all gets the same reaction. your voice is what matters, not your words. they couldn't care less about anything else, they just want more. more of you. that crack in your voice when they reach a certain pace, the curve of your back when they touch a certain spot, the pain of your nails digging into their skin. it's all that matters. and they wouldn't be able to stop, either. you'll be sore, telling them to be good and to listen, to stop and rest. but, they can hear that familiar rasp in your tone. it's so comforting, yet so intoxicating to them. it makes them want more, just "one more". so that's what they try to get, relentlessly going until you're a mess in their arms, which is nothing but a trophy to them.
