<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Weaver Way<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nude<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jake chuckled softly.  “What do I want...”<br/><br/>There was amusement, a sense of pleasure and satisfaction, that Jake took from her words, his eyes feasting upon her tiny, little reactions.  The deep breath she took.  The little laugh.  The look behind those heavily lidded eyes that spoke of such deep lust and desire.<br/><br/>For a moment he chewed over the question, and debated just what he wanted to say, just how honest he wanted to be with her.  He had been raised to be a gentleman, to be respectful and polite, mannerisms that had been ingrained in his everyday life and personality.  Being vulgar, being explicit, were so often contained to only his thoughts, and the dark little playground that it could so often be.<br/><br/>Desiree deserved the truth.  There was no doubt in his mind that if he lied, if he tried some tactful and respectful way with words to describe what he wanted, she'd call him out on it.<br/><br/>“I want to feel inside of you.” He said, his voice calm and steady, a quiet confidence.<br/><br/>“I want to take you right here and now.  I want to bend you over the edge of the pool and give that ass of yours the worship it deserves.  I want to hold your throat, and feel your breathe while I thrust in and out of you.”<br/><br/>His eyes darkened, a seriousness coming about him.  “Even if it's just for a little bit, I want to make you mine.”