We kneel on the bed. I slowly unbutton your blue cotton shirt and I nuzzle into your neck, licking it and smelling your skin and fuck how I missed your smell. You take off my top and we melt down onto the sheets like wax, embraced in the pleasure of each other. Bonded like glue.
You take my breasts in your hands and your mouth and I slide my fingers down my stomach, and unbutton my jeans and pull them down, and I crack your belt and you do the same. I missed that sound. The crack of your belt. The rib of your body. You lick my cunt. I draw you up. You rub the tip of your cock against me and I spread my cunt for you with my finger tips. You watch what your doing, mouth open, transfixed bambi lashes. Your blue eyes. I watch your face and I wait and you talk me through the visual. I ask you if you've missed my pussy. I ask you if your happy. "Yeah" a breathless yeah.
The moment you push inside me.
Fuck. Fuck how I missed that, baby.
The concentration on your brow and the abandon and I pull you against me and I kiss you and it styleless and beautiful, and I am so wet and you are so hard and the whole world disappears under the pillows and melts away.
We kiss and hold each other. I draw in great breaths of you and we fuck and I touch and it's stop start, start stop, too hot, trying to make it last, hair trigger kinda fucking, stick, stuck, bonded like glue. Hair trigger fucking, shot gun. You trying to stop yourself, from shooting your come - into my body. You tell me to get on my knees and I think we've stopped making love now, or as close as we'll ever get. I think we've stopped caring
You're so deep. I'm so hot. Hot and wet for you and we're going to come together, melt together and make a potion, and it reeks of sex in the room. It reeks of desire and lust for each other. It's hot. Mine and yours. You and me, it's hot. Fuck how I missed fucking you, making love with you, taking your body, bonded like glue and the world disappears under the pillows and everything is instantly over.
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