When he hugs me, I can’t help but to wrap my arms around his neck and just hold on with everything I have in me, for as long as I can. I hate letting go. It’s such a struggle to, each time. I feel his strength. His warmth. It makes me feel so small, but in the best way. Like I’m completely engulfed in him. Feeling his thick arms wrapped around me, his vast chest pressed against mine, the taught muscles of his shoulders and neck under my arms and against my cheek… it makes my knees feel week. Makes my heart flutter and my pussy twitch and dampen. When the scruff of his beard scratch against my neck, it’s all I can do not to audible gasp.
How I long to one day, during one of our normal, farewell embraces, to hold on just a bit longer. To nuzzle my face in his neck. Feel him stiffen from the unexpected affection. I let out a soft sigh, my lips grazing his flesh as they part. The heat of my breath causes his hairs to prick up and I can feel his heart skip a beat, as our chests are pressed together.