It has been a long time since I have seen my husband. The time apart is sometimes grueling, although manageable. I crave for his touch. To feel his hands lightly brush across my skin. To feel the warmth of his breath in my ear. The low growls that speaks to me. To feel my body tremble with anticipation as he moves across every inch of me. When he reaches my clit, my thighs and pelvis quiver. It’s not the same as when I touch myself. It’s much more in all senses.
Today, I relax with him on the couch, my feet draped across his lap as he watches TV. The time together this morning has been well spent. We have caught up on so much missed pleasures of the flesh. I am happy and my hungers have been fed.
Or so I thought. You reach out to me, and you give me permission to cum for you once again. I feel you move through me. I feel you move through my mind, my entire body. My loins ache… And my sultry thoughts begin to stir. You guide me with each word. My mouth is closed and the moans and whimpers are howling within my inner core. The fire is raging, yet I am not allowed to release my melodious song. My inner walls begin to pulsate. My clit is swollen and glossed over with the juices that have pushed up and between my plump lips. I don’t have to see it. I can feel it.