I Want You [MF]

I want you.

It has been far too long since I’ve felt your touch. I long for it. I long for you.

I want your hands, gliding, sliding over my skin, touching me, caressing me. I want your lips, pressed against the back of my neck, the inside of my wrist, the palm of my hand. Your lips pressed against mine.

I want to kiss my way up the side of your neck from your shoulder. I stop about halfway up and nip you playfully. I love the way your breath catches when I bite you there.

I want to feel your body against mine, your arms wrapped around me and holding me tight. I want to feel you growing hard and hot against me. Your kisses becoming deeper, your breathing more ragged. My desire rising to match yours, and I moan into your mouth.

I want you. I miss you. I need you.

I always feel so safe in your arms. I always feel so sexy under your gaze.

I want to push you down, to undress you. I want to watch your magnificent cock spring free when I pull your pants and your underwear off of you. I want to lick it, to kiss it, to take it in my mouth and taste it.

I want to feel your fingers wrapped in my hair, gripping, guiding, as I slide as much of your cock into my mouth as I can possibly take. I hear you groan with pleasure at the wet warmth of my mouth, and I cannot help but moan around your dick. I know without having to touch myself that I am already dripping.

I want you so badly. I crave your touch, your scent, your taste.

You pull me off of you, pull me up to your level, and kiss me. Deeply, roughly. Hungrily. Your hands on my shoulders, holding me close, holding me still.

I cannot help but run my hands over your body. Your shoulders, your arms, so strong. Your back. A strong back always drives me wild. I rake my nails down your spine and your back arches. I love the sound of your moans.

I need you. I have to have you.

You cannot take any more teasing, and turn and push me onto the bed. Firmly, but not violently. You lean over me, kissing. Touching. Groping, stroking.

Your fingers find my soaking wet cunt and brush over my throbbing clit. I gasp. It takes no more than a moment and two of your fingers are inside of me, questing, curling. Demanding that I cum. And I do, almost at once. I can feel wetness flooding over your hand and I blush.

Gods, I want you. It has been too long.

A long moment for me to collect my thoughts, and then you are between my thighs, aligning your cock at my entrance. I reach up to caress your face and you kiss my palm as you enter me.

Fuck, I miss this.

Motion. Slow at first, rhythmic, gentle. I cum after only a few strokes and you smile. You do not stop. Your speed increasing, your thrusts more forceful.

You are a master musician and my body is your instrument. You know exactly what to do, and when, to get the reaction you want. Together we form a heavenly symphony.

I lose track of all conscious thought. The extreme, obscene bodily pleasure is all I can know. My world is pleasure, and I climax again and again.

Fuck. Oh god. Fuck yes. I miss this, I need this, I need you.

Our rhythm is frantic, desperate. Your cock plunging in and out of me, harder, faster, deeper. I can feel you getting close.

Yes, god yes. I love you.

In a strangled voice I tell you to spray your cum all over my breasts, my belly. All over me.

At my words you lose your restraint entirely. My last orgasm is all-consuming, my muscles spasming so hard I cannot breathe, I cannot think. I feel myself turning inside out. Then, sudden emptiness. Hot ropes across my torso. It makes me feel so sexy. I moan again at the sensation.

You collapse beside me. We are both out of breath. My throat hurts from screaming, my pussy aches from pounding. I do not care.

I love you.

Don’t make me wait long.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/edzk39/i_want_you_mf