He climbs the stairs and makes his way to my belly. I rub his back and when he wiggles I stroke his hair. I ask him how he found me and he mumbles something then after turning to face me he places his lips on my nippy. I let him do his thing, but when he gets too wild and begins to bite, I push him away. It’s too late though, to see him in his natural state brings out another side of me. I pull him back and straddle him while grasping his hands. We’re intertwined and animalistic. Out of control and sideways and when I strip him, he strips me bringing me to a place where our layers aren’t needed. Does he trust me? Does he think this is ever going to end? Those questions come up but quickly fizzle out when I see the state of his…

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