We’ve spent months talking about this. Late nights. Dirty messages. Photos. Fantasies. All the filthy things we said we’d do if we ever got to be alone together. Now you’re finally here, and I’m not leaving any of it as a fantasy. I kiss you, push you against the wall, and grind you against my thigh until you cum fully dressed. I’ve heard you through a phone before, but hearing you in person makes me even more obsessed. So I take you to bed. I make you dry hump me, undress you properly, and tell you to sit on my face because I’ve waited too long to keep pretending I’m patient. You stroke me while I eat you out. You use your mouth. You ride me in my lap with my back against the headboard while I kiss your chest and tell you how fucking perfect you are. Then I put you underneath me, fuck you properly, cum all over your stomach and chest, and feed it to you from my fingers. Afterwards, I hold you against me, call you my princess, and tell you I love you. Because I thought I was obsessed with you before, but now that you’re real, I don’t want to let you go.