I miss my friend with Benefits. [Fm]

I miss the look you get in your eyes when you’re thinking with that primal part of your brain.  I miss being the person lying in front of you when that look takes hold. It’s burned in my mind, your eyes and that look. You gave it to me when we got high and you spun me in the chair, when you kissed me and whispered your intentions. That look that told me whatever happened next was inevitable and that you were fully in control. Those eyes assured me I’d feel every sensation. That my body and yours would dance with a rhythm you had already decided on. 

I miss your smell. Burying my nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your soap and your scent. I miss the fire that sparks inside me when I breath it in. The feelings of contentment when your arms wrap around me, bringing me closer to that intoxicating mix that tells me it’s you. Your scent and the warmth of your body pressing against mine, making your intentions known loudly and clearly. Being kissed until the world doesn’t matter, that the chaos in our lives can be quiet for the moment. That we can focus on nothing but making the other feel good, feel alive. I miss feeling like there’s not enough time to express my desires fully, but still getting to try. 

I miss your hands and the way they firmly do your bidding. I miss how they pull me to you and how they slide inside my body in search of something wicked and passionate. How they press into my most secret of places, because they are allowed to, because you demand it. I miss how they hold on to me and press into me with gentleness and need. That they can run through my hair making me forget where I am, that they bring me to the peak of my pleasure with their slow and steady movements, that they just as easily switch from soft to demanding. I miss them sliding over wet skin and finding new places that make me submit to your every fantasy. 

I miss your lips. The way they turn up at the sides when you break into a smile. The way they say my name when you want me. Lips that trace a path between my legs, leaving kisses down my thighs and across my most sensitive areas. Lips parting just enough to let your tongue make me a puddle of hot, wet, heat. Lips that make me feel like my body is something they worship. 

I miss tasting myself on you. My pleasure assured, my excitement and yours equally written in that moment. The transition from single pleasure to mutual happening without words, just understanding and need. Every thrust and every gasp as we acquaint ourselves with each other. Hands and lips exploring every inch of skin, every bead of sweat payment for services rendered. Eyes watching as the other reaches the pinnacle, knowing it was given with the most sincere intentions. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel you cum in me. I want you to fuck me until I’m begging you to let me return the favor.  I miss you groaning that you’re going to cum, I miss you moaning when you do. 

The need builds and vibrates just under my skin, throughout my body. I can’t shake it from my day to day. Until we meet again, I think the need will grow until it’s unruly and violent, a need that is following the base of my instinct.

I can’t be sure what the future brings, but it will bring us back into my favorite dance very soon, and I’ll experience everything I’ve missed until we’re both fully and completely satisfied. Because eventually, I always get what I want. And I want you.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g66pta/i_miss_my_friend_with_benefits_fm