I'm lying in bed...just crying...and crying...and crying. You walk in the house...and I don't even have enough in me to call out to you...but I do quiet down. I don't want you to hear me like this...especially when I'm crying about you.
But you know something is wrong. You just feel it...sense it. And so you walk around, calling my name, opening doors, becoming worried...until you finally come to my room...and I'm curled up into a ball...clutching a pillow and shaking with sobs.
Oh baby...
you say, and you come over and lay down beside me, holding me close to you. I try to squirm away, but you only hold me tighter, stroking my hair...whispering in my ear.
It's okay baby. Just cry. It's okay. It's okay...
And I can't help it. You smell so good...and you're so real...and I just want to give in...let you take care of me. So I do...and I cry...and then my crying becomes less intense, until finally I'm just sniffling.
You push my face up to yours gently, holding my chin...and I look up at you...and in some corner of my mind the thought comes that I must look horrible...
But I don't shy away from your eyes...because they're warm...smiling...accepting. You use the pad of your thumb to brush the tears from my cheeks and eyes, and you lean down and kiss me gently on the nose.
And suddenly...I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to please you. I want to cum with you. I want to make every inch of your body tingle and vibrate. I want to make you warm inside...just like you make me.
I lift my lips to yours, stroking your cheek with one hand, and your chest with the other...kissing you softly at first...and steadily deepening the kiss...pressing my tongue against your lips...feeling you part them...feeling your tongue stroke mine.
I let out a sigh as you roll me over on top of you, your hands exploring my back...squeezing my ass...making me giggle into your lips. I grind against your hips, pulling my lips from yours just long enough to pull my tank top over my head. I lean back down against you, kissing you harder, moving my chest against the fabric of your shirt, feeling my nipples harden even more.
You surprise me again and flip me back over so I'm beneath you, and I laugh loudly. You sit up, and cock your eyebrow at me...purring softly...making me squirm and groan softly. You take your shirt off, and your hands grab mine and run them across your chest...and I use my nails gently...making you press your hips down into mine...and I feel your hardness against my abdomen.