*This happened a few years ago with an ex, one whom I’ve been missing lately and have lost contact with, which I believe is how he wants it. But this is my recollection of one part of one of our hottest days together.*
We had been apart for several months, sustained by phone calls and Skype sessions and scantily clad picture exchanges. Our sexual energy was pent up. The longing and desire we felt for each other was thick and had permeated us to our cores.
He came over to mine shortly after landing at the airport, and we hugged and embraced in the driveway. Arms wrapped around broad shoulders I had buried my face into. He smelled of cedar and orange and leather, a subtle cologne. I smiled as I pulled my head back, my face in his face and our noses touching playfully, my lips grinning from ear to ear as we kissed deeply. Desperately. The kind of kisses that should not be done in the front garden on display of strangers.
Inside the safety of my little cottage, we talked for some time on the sofa. His large, strong hands caressing my bare arms. One of my hands gently placed on his knee. “I just want to look at you for awhile,” I said to him, my legs crossed on the sofa, facing him. My heart was racing from the joy of rediscovering him; this new-again lover with the weight of history and lightning bolts of anticipation running through us both.
There’s power in the words “I’ve missed you.” To know your person has been thinking about you, and you about them. And this was a deeply rooted, matter of fact version of “I’ve missed you.” An “I’ve missed you” with the anchor of love and longing that’s deeply rooted in our cores, but would never be spoken aloud.
Recalling his memory is easier this way; my muscles remember him and how he felt. The memories give his form shape and meaning, coursing endorphins that recall the chemical mixture released from being so in love. Nostalgia.
In the bedroom, we kissed and swayed and rubbed against each other in our clothes. We were desperate for each other yet wanted to take our time, to savor each other. It was both urgent and calculated. Offering ourselves to each other was always our own kind of ritual. A quickened mess of undressing clothes and limbs and sloppy, playful kisses that morphed into slow and sensual kisses that made the other come undone with weakened knees and breathy moans.
His hands were tangled in my hair, our lips locked in deep, wanting kisses. My arms wrapped tightly around him as he guided us in a strange dance towards the bed. Naked now, I laid back, my hips propped up on a pillow and spread my legs, offering my body to my lover. Even when he was urgent with primal lust and wanting, he still found ways to be tender. My whole body was trembling with anticipation as he trailed his hands down from my shoulders, over the curve of my breasts and down to part my thighs, the wetness already dripping and the heat between my legs radiating outward.
Towering above me on straightened arms, his eyes bore into mine deeply and filled with lust. The tip of his cock found its way to the small, dripping opening of my pussy, and then he was inside me. A groan ripped from my throat as he pushed his cock into my tight velvety walls, the delicious pressure and heavy weight of him inside me, on top of me. Clutching him. Clinging to him. Our bodies merged into one, his entire body covering mine.
“I’ll last as long as I can, which probably won’t be that long” he said as he leaned down close to me, his torso hugged into mine. Arms laced under my back as he started to stroke himself inside me, fucking my insides with every gyration of his hips.
“Fuck me with that big dick.” I instructed him as I squeezed my pussy walls around his thick, erect cock, trying desperately to take him deeper. To feel him fill me up, to spurt every last drop of cum inside me. My legs were open wide, bent at the knee, jostling in the air as he fucked me. My hands reached down to grab his perfect ass, pulling his hips and groin into me by gripping the fleshy cheeks with my small hands. Holding him against me like this meant the force of his thrusts was focused on rubbing my clit as our bodies slapped together.
The room sounded like liquid sex; sloppy sex organs rubbing together, his balls slapping against my ass, and his thighs smacking into mine, mixed with our audible moans and grunts.
“I need you to cum in me” I begged, cupping his bearded face in my hands, our foreheads touching and my lover’s cheeks flushed a hot red crimson. As my body was rocked and thrusted, I met his lips with a passionate, hunger filled kiss that we both moaned into.
“Oh my god” he huffed, breaking away from our kiss as he bucked into me feverishly, his arms lacing under my shoulders, mine hugging around his back.There was nothing graceful about it. Skin to skin in the most intimate and passionate embrace as he worked himself into me, over and over, plunging balls deep and fast. The upward curve of his steel-hard cock grazing just the right spot deep inside me, his thick girth splitting my insides and yet making me feel connected in a way I’ve not felt before or since. Pressure expanding and tingling from inside very core.
“I’m gonna cum” he said matter of factly, his body stiffening as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. My fingers curled into his scalp to grab a tussle full of hair. My hips moving from side to side to better feel his hardness, driving me half crazy with lust.
A bloom of warmth and wetness built of love and lunacy spurting inside me, the sigh of relief that expelled from his lungs and into the crook of my neck. As I felt the tingling warmth start to grow in my belly, love being given form in electricity and a gently rolling orgasm; I came at nearly the same time as my lover. A pump and a spurt of cum matched with a rhythmic squeeze and release, my vaginal walls convulsing around his perfect cock. The entire room smelt of sex and sweat, and we held each other tightly, catching our breath between savory kisses.
After he had emptied himself in my spasming pussy, I still felt insatiable; wet and slippery as a minnow. I ached for another, more explosive release. When he had calmed but was still inside me, still hard, I planted my feet firmly on the bed. I grabbed hold of his muscled back for leverage, and my hunger for more of him took over as I began to thrust and gyrate my hips beneath him. Rubbing myself against my lover, our eyes locked onto each other as we thrusted and panted and moaned again.
“I can never have enough of you and your perfect cock. You feel so good inside me.” I whispered to him hotly as I squeezed him from the inside with purpose. The walls of my pussy were still throbbing wildly, from my last orgasm, and I could feel a second one starting to build. My abdominal muscles twitched and my body started to convulse. We were both so sensitive, and my thrusting and grinding from below mixed in tandem with his girth still filling me, his thick, delicious cum spilling out of my tiny opening as I pushed my ass into the bed and then slapped my body upwards, I cried out his name as my body shook and convulsed, bucking wildly beneath him. Rolling, intense shockwaves that sent heat rushing through an already hot and sweaty body.
“Oh fuck” he gasped in a surprised, almost panicked tone, “I’m going to cum again.” His cock pulsed and twitched inside me again, balls deep and another pause of stillness from him. My hands moved from his back down to his ass, pulling him in deeper still until he was hilted inside me and I cried out, holding the stillness of his body against my own, trembling one. Everything felt wet and full and hot.
And then our breathing began to slow, and our racing hearts calmed. Then his lips were on my lips and everywhere else he could touch, the gentle softness of his fluttery kisses. These are the moments I loved the most; bliss and tenderness bookended inside the story of passion and desire. I’ve never craved anyone the way I crave him, both when I had him, and especially now that I don’t.
It’s getting harder to remember my lover’s face; I have so little photographs of him left, and I try not to look at the ones I kept. Recalling his playfully debonair features; his mischievous green eyes that sparkled when he smiled. His chestnut brown hair. The perfectly sculpted beard and thick hair lazily swept back and to the side to keep it out of his face.
I miss you now and always, between every moment and forever.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g78cpq/f4m_remembrance_of_things_past