Distance is a terrible thing. They hadn’t seen each other in 7 months. Not gotten to smell each other’s skin or her hair (he didn’t have any). They hadn’t gotten to rub their fingers in the texture of those slippery juices. All of it had been such a long time, so when the time finally came you would expect them to ravish each other, and they did. Eventually. But before they got there they made a pact. For 7 months all they had been able to do is touch themselves and they agreed that switching it from touching themselves to touching each other was the perfect way to transition.
They’d spent hour upon hour during those 7 months describing the ways they touched themselves it was like they knew every intimate detail of what is the most personal of acts. They knew it so well they could close their eyes and see it.
He knew how she liked to be touched and as she lay on the bed, and he did what she did so many times before. On her back. Knees bent. Feet up near her ass and then he pushed her knees wide so they went flat on the bed. Her feet together. Her pussy exposed. So easy to touch in this position.