You. Oh my God. Fuck, I miss you. Everything, those kisses that my whole body felt. Those hands on every inch of my flesh. That beautiful, beautiful dick, and the cleft that was made for the tip of my tongue.
The moment when I want you too badly to stop. The gasping for air, the tingling fingertips, the shiver and the “Holy fuck.” And you press hard inside me and wait. I can feel every bit of you and it feels so good it’s torture.
And you’re so happy after. And so soft. And so good to me. You stroke my hair and build me up, apologize for your latest mishap, pretend you’re gonna change. It feels so good it’s torture.