I open my eyes to the sound of birds singing right outside my window.
And my first thought is of you.
I close my eyes once more and conjure up your image. Even though it’s been a long time, I can still remember everything about you as if it was only yesterday.
Your dark, soul-searching brown eyes looking into mine. Your warm hands on my waist. Your breath on my neck. The weight of your body on top of my own. Just the comforting feel of your strength. Reassuring. Steady.
A shaky breath escapes my lips. I can’t cry. Not now. I’ve cried enough. Instead, I decide to allow my imagination to wander elsewhere. No sadness. Only lovely memories. After all, that is all I have now.
Instead, I imagine you’re in the bed with me, at my feet, lovingly kissing the sole of one up to my toes. I bite my lip and resist the urge to pull back. I’m ticklish and you know it, but I also know you’ve got a firm grip on my foot. I giggle and attempt to wait patiently or else you’ll bite said toes, causing me to accidentally kick you in the face.
Instead, I focus on your lips. They are smooth and warm, and your breath caresses my skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, you travel up my calf to my inner knee, nipping at the sensitive spot there. I squeal and end up trying to jerk my leg back, but you’ve anticipated this. After all, we’ve been here before.
I can feel you grin against my skin as you travel up my inner thigh. You have some light stubble on your face, and it scratches at my skin delightfully. Just as I’m trying to focus on how good that feels, I let out a surprised gasp when I feel the warmth of your raspy tongue flick out and tease around my lower lips.
Your tongue licks at the spot where my leg meets my pelvis, and I cannot help but whimper. It feels as if every nerve in my body is tingling, and my insides are shaking. Your arms slide under my legs to pull and lock me in. You are in control now, and it only makes my desire for you increase exponentially. I want every bit of you right this minute, but I know the wait will be well worth it.
No one, and I mean no one, has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. You have my heart, body, and soul as cliche as that sounds. I once thought I was in love, but you opened my eyes to see that I had been fooling myself from the very beginning. With you, my life had been turned upside-down. I felt like a silly teenage girl again. I felt borderline obsessed with you. You’re the reason why I wanted and started to write love poems. You’re why the cliche sayings exist. I understand them now and will never roll my eyes at them again.
Your mouth clamps down around my clit, bringing me out of my reverie. My hips buck upwards as your tongue swirls around the sensitive little nub. On their own accord, my hands find their way up to your face and into your hair, tugging as you send shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. You release it after a moment to slide your tongue down between my folds. Lazily, it flattens and presses, then wiggles side-to-side. Your breath down there is a heady feeling. I can’t get enough.
Just as I’m about to squirm, your mouth has suctioned itself back onto my clit, and I cry out–my orgasm taking me by complete surprise. I had been so focused on the feel of your lips and tongue and breath that I hadn’t realized I was so close. My thighs clamp around your head, my feet press into your back, toes curled, as I slowly come down from my high.
I’m gasping for breath when you finally release my clit and slide your tongue hungrily into my contracting depths. You moan into me, the reverberations of them causing my skin to break out into goosebumps. I’m slowly, so slowly releasing my grip on your hair. My breasts are aching to be touched, so I reach up and begin kneading at them, gently tugging at my nipples as your tensed tongue laps and jabs into me.
I don’t even know I’m doing it, but I’ve started begging you. Stuttered breaths. Staggered pleas.
“Oh god. Please. I need you. Now. Please.”
I hear you growl and the next thing I know, you’ve pulled your arms out from under my hips, and your body is on top of mine. The tip of your cock teasing at my wet entrance, sliding up and down, up and down. Your hands cup my face as your lips crush mine into a soul-scorching kiss. Our tongues fighting for dominance, your chest hot against my breasts, my legs rubbing up and down the sides of your legs, over your waist.
It feels like an eternity before you push into me in one fell swoop. I arch, then wrap my legs around your waist. I need to feel the warmth and solidity of your body within them. It’s a need I can’t contain, can’t control. I need to be as close to you as humanly possible. I need as much of my skin touching yours. I don’t know what to call it. Primal? Hunger? Desperation? None of those words quite fit. All I do know is that I need you in every possible way, and it needs to be happening now.
You’re still kissing me, but your left hand has moved down to squeeze at my breast. Your fingers brush over my taut nipple and they clamp around it and pull. I moan into your mouth, arching my back in response. You pull away from my lips and kiss my chin, my neck, and then…your mouth is on my right nipple, teeth pulling at it. My whimpers have become outright cries of desire, lust, want, and greed.
Oh god. More.
Your thrusts have become more urgent, rougher–I know you’re close. I’m close, too. The aching pressure within me has been building up since my first orgasm ended. I know when it finally releases, I’m going to scream very loudly, and I hope I don’t deafen you.
In and out.
Grinding down.
Pulling out to the tip.
Ramming back in hard.
I have become a sobbing, incoherent mess when the jolt of almost-excruciating pleasure bursts from me. My legs tighten and tremble around your waist. It feels like they will never be still again. The intensity of my orgasm has me writhing beneath you–my fingernails digging into your triceps. I can feel inner walls contracting so tightly around you, I can literally feel your length swelling up within me.
Then I hear you let out what sounds like a half-growl, half-groan followed by the hot spurts of your release.
Pulsing. Throbbing.
Cool air hits my nipples, and before I can fully comprehend the reason why, your lips are back on mine, only much softer this time.
Gently caressing, pressing and pulling.
We’re both out of breath, but we keep kissing anyway. I can feel love emanating from you, and it’s more fulfilling than what just took place.
“I love you,” I whisper against your lips.
You pull back and look into my eyes, a slight grin forming, “I love you,” you reply huskily.
Out of nowhere, a dog barks, pulling me out of my daydream. It had seemed so real, as if you had really been there with me.
“I love you,” I whisper up at the ceiling before taking a steadying breath and forcing myself to get up and begin another day without you by my side.