PHOEBE
She grinned at his laughter and amusement. But he is quick to make good on promises, calloused hands pressing against her folds. Her head tilts back and a soft sigh escapes her lips, hands running up his sides as his pants fall to the floor. There. Now they were even.
He presses her back towards the table and her hands continue to slide up his frame, nails gently gliding over his skin. As he lowers they continue to rise, grazing his shoulders and neck, finding a home in his hair. A low moan escapes her lips as his fingers delve further, running over her clit as kisses continue to dot her chest and torso. Her fingers curled into his hair and back arched slightly, hips pressing herself against his hand.
He presses her back towards the table and her hands continue to slide up his frame, nails gently gliding over his skin. As he lowers they continue to rise, grazing his shoulders and neck, finding a home in his hair. A low moan escapes her lips as his fingers delve further, running over her clit as kisses continue to dot her chest and torso. Her fingers curled into his hair and back arched slightly, hips pressing herself against his hand.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
