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I miss all the intimate shit. I miss him touching my body in hunger for me. I loved feeling it grow from behind me. I loved his hands running across my ass and hips and tummy to reach my breast as he kissed my back softly.
And he’d hear me gasp from his touch and it was all the invitation he needed. He’d pull me in firmly and I grind against him. Letting him slide inside and feel the tropical storm he had caused in between my thighs.
He lived inside me those nights. Find his home in me. Raw, wet, and warm. Like it was made just with him in mind. Causing all kinds of chaos in my emotions. A new addiction forms with every stroke. Feelings so primal and wild it could almost be rage.
I’d give him my all. And he’d grateful take everything I offered. I’d tell him that I was close and he’d demand my finale so respectfully. Hearing his voice, so deep and hungry in my ear prevented me from holding it back any longer.
And he’d feel me throb around him. Contracting and soaking him inside of me. He’d become even more passionate and firm with me. Only intensifying my pleasure. And then I’d feel everything, everywhere, all at once.
Nothing compares to the rush and high that comes from feeling him fill my body. Hearing his breathe change and the moans that escape his lips make me so hungry for more, I’m practically begging.
And he smiles at me. And he kisses me. And he touches me. Soft. Slow. Knowing that I’m ready. Gently caressing the place that sends deep chills through my body. I grab hold of him so tightly.
He knows when I’m close. He reads the sounds of my body like they’re programmed into his mind. And he eases on me. Driving me mad. He smiles and says to me “I got you.” Which settles me and excites me all at once.
As he brings me back towards my release, he kisses me deeply. Kisses me with so much passion. I have no choice but to give him what he’s earned. My body convulses uncontrollably and I can’t contain the cry of pleasure that escapes my lips.
Taking all of me in. He kisses me. And if Im really lucky. If I’ve been really good. He starts all of this from the beginning. Only fueling and feeding my addiction. I miss all that intimate shit.
