You are My Muse

"Ah!" my mind should go blank but all I can think of is him, imagining the way his eyebrows would furrow when he gets close. The way his moans would become more frequent, accompanying his thrusts and his strings of curses. Questioning if he would let out a guttural growl while he brings us both to our edge. The way his grip on me would become slightly stronger just enough to leave marks but not enough to actually hurt me. The way his hair would lightly drag across my skin when he buries his head into the crook of neck. It leaves me wondering if he would harshly bite down leaving me with red blotchy teeth marks as he rides out his orgasm. Or perhaps he'll wait until his high dies down before littering my neck with sweet butterfly kisses leaving a hickey here and there in his path... "God I miss you,"