[ His entire body is on fire just from her words. She knows exactly what to say and do, he couldn't have made his feelings for her any more clear while he was here. He wants her, he's always wanted her. But how wet he's made her? That's the part that he's focusing on most. Paying attention to her face with every stroke of his thumb across her folds Pushing and stroking and prodding as he watches her face and body for any signs of weakness. Weakness to him

His voice is breathy and needy as he answers the question. Slowly the desperation he feels is growing in him with every desire that slips out. But he can't stop. Not like this. ]

I want your nails digging into my back.

I want bruises covering my neck because you want everyone to see you can't keep yourself off me.

I want you to lick me until there's not an inch of skin untouched.

I want you to wrap your lips around my cock and fuck me with your mouth while I do the same to you until we both come so hard we can't move for a week and hope the taste of each other never leaves our mouths.

I want to fuck you in this bed, in my bed, against that wall, in the forest, in a lake, in a hot spring and everywhere we can get away with it without anyone the wiser even if we are surrounded by others.

I want to fall asleep and wake up to the scent of our combined desire every day.

I want to make you come so hard you still feel shaky the next day.

[ He could go on and on but his words are starting to catch as she slowly tortures his cock with the slow movement of her hand. It's an exquisite pain that he doesn't want to end and only dulled by the fact that he thinks he's found an interesting sweet spot in her body that seems to be turning her to jelly in his hands.]

I want you-- to love me.

[ It goes unsaid, but there's a final part of that sentence that is still hanging between them like an elephant in the room. "Like I love you." ]