You always make me want to ramble. I want to talk and tell you everything. I want to tell you how beautiful you are and how much I think of you all day every day. How good you smell when you come up behind me and hug me and how much I love the way your nose scrunches when you laugh. And good god, how fucking amazing you feel when we're like this, all hot and wet and tight, like I'm supposed to be as far in you as I can get and I just want to live like this, fucking you all day, but we have to stop some time but I never want to...

[He was getting close, then, body moving harder, hips grinding into hers when he thrust, trying to get deeper still.]