It had been weeks since I last inhaled the chemistry of his skin or traced my finger tips across his familiar frame. As I trailed kisses down the valley of his chest, the room’s air conditioner hummed, muffling his pleasured sigh as my lips reached his hips. I explored the maze of his hazel eyes while I taking him into my mouth. In that moment, nothing else in the world existed or mattered. I burned every love-stained part of him into my memory as I pleased him on my knees.
He caressed my breasts and gently lead me onto my back. As he traced his tongue between my thighs, I let out a soft moan and gripped the white sheets. The faster he passionately traced his tongue, the more my legs began to tremble until I couldn’t take it any longer. I confessed my lust for him. I needed to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. I’ve never craved anyone the way I craved him.
He laid against me and I brushed my lips against his neck. He smiled and entered me, us both sighing in pleasure. As he slowly thrust himself, I let out a soft moan and whispered his name. My hands traced along his shoulders, gripping his back in ecstasy. My chest lie beneath his chest as I ran my fingers through his short brown hair. I wanted to love him til the morning dew graced the window of our room. As he thrust deeper, I bit his lower lip and smiled into his mouth before letting out an intense moan. My breathless gasps said more than words ever could… I belonged to him in every sense of the word.
Surely, this was the closest to heaven I’d ever get to know.
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