Every second makes it harder to think straight.
Every second makes it harder to think straight. The air’s thick with heat, her breath a jagged rhythm against my neck as she presses herself closer. She’s a storm unraveling—wild eyes, trembling thighs, and a voice that breaks into gasps like she’s fighting to hold herself together. I can feel it building, that sweet, desperate tension coiling inside her, and it’s driving me insane.