I keep thinking about the last time that we were intimate and how complete I felt. The way you touched me roused me out of my slumber on the sofa and had my nipples standing to attention; aroused, ready, peaked, engaged. My body always responds so quickly to your touch I can’t even control it sometimes. Not that I want control. I enjoy being under yours.
I enjoy being under you.
The last time that we were intimate you had me face down so I couldn’t see what you were doing, I could only feel. Feel your warm hands spread my legs open. I swear I could feel your eyes on my most intimate place. She was bare. I felt your fingers caress me. My thighs and buttocks. I felt your warm breath and heard that noise you make when you’re enjoying me. I love that noise. I love you.
I keep thinking about how your finger slid inside me, gently, smoothly. Your other hand playing with my bum cheeks or were you rubbing my clit? Both hands made me quiver and clench around your finger.
That time you bent closer and I could feel your warm breath at my warmth…is that cheesy? She is warm though isn’t she, my pussy? Warm. Wet. Tight. Open. Your tongue and lips kissing, licking, sucking.
I keep thinking about how I moaned and came and came and came. All over your fingers and lips and mouth. I felt so free and unashamed. So safe and loved and sexy and present to that moment. I wasn’t thinking about anything else or anyone else. Just you and me doing adult things right at that moment.
I keep thinking about you.