She didn't want to, I can tell, but she comes because she can't help it and
I love it. I love that I can do that to her and maybe I'm a bit smug about
it all but I feel like it shows how well I know her. That I can do this to
her. That I can give this to her.
"I love you," I tell her, kissing her back as I press against her. I do, I
love her and I don't say it often but I do love her. More than anything
else, I think. Hands on her waist I turn her around, lifting her hips up a
bit before I reach down and guide myself into her, pressing myself deep
into her.
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She didn't want to, I can tell, but she comes because she can't help it and I love it. I love that I can do that to her and maybe I'm a bit smug about it all but I feel like it shows how well I know her. That I can do this to her. That I can give this to her.
"I love you," I tell her, kissing her back as I press against her. I do, I love her and I don't say it often but I do love her. More than anything else, I think. Hands on her waist I turn her around, lifting her hips up a bit before I reach down and guide myself into her, pressing myself deep into her.