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The room is unbelievably warm, as in stifling. But frankly, I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was I was with him. Again. I needed to kiss him. Desperately. Thoroughly. Passionately.
Giddy as I was greeting him at the train station, as if I got to do that everyday, it wasn’t enough. Kissing him never quenches my thirst for him. His touch, his scent, his taste. Him.
Kissing him. I could kiss him for hours on end. My body responds to him in such a way that it’s complete submission long before he touches any part of me. Sorry. Where was I?
It was unseasonably warm for that time of year. It was well past Labor Day and yet the temperatures were still hovering around 72-degrees. Unfortunately, the hotels were already on a Fall schedule and the thermostats were set at a balmy 78! Add to that the odd fact that both of us, individually, run warmer than the usual 98.6 degrees and we are slick with sweat a few minutes into a moderately chaste make-out session. Nonetheless, I gasp and squish when he catches my lower lip between his teeth and growls. God I love that low, sexy growl and the way my toes curl in anticipation of what’s to come. He plunders my mouth and his hands wreak havoc with my heart rate by the simple act of running them up and down my back, slowly, firmly, confidently. He pulls away before I’m satisfied but silences my protests by pushing me up against the wall so he can lean in and capture the pulse in my neck with his mouth. “Ohh” I in total submission. And he knows it.
His hands are no longer gentle, one grabbing both of mine and holding them above my head as the other begins to undress me. Slowly. Tortuously. Deliciously. I slip in and out of fevered consciousness, wave over wave only serves to stir something insatiable from deep within me. The time passes slowly and yet all too quickly…a continual quagmire.
As she waited in the lobby of the doctor’s collective her mind wandered…first a stop to the first time they met and the recollection brought a gasp from her that made heat radiate throughout her body. Thoughts and memories tumbled about her mind in a rush and finally came to a stop at a moment that still plays about her memory, as if it was just a few days ago.
He had made a trip to her city. Just to see her…
* * * *
She vaguely remembers his voice, hushing her and the feel of a gentle kiss as she drifts off for a nap before they have to leave the temporary haven of five three five. One thing she craves is the sleep that she is able to completely surrender to after being with him. She awakens not to the jingle of his mobile device but the gentle nibbles down her shoulders as his nips at her flesh, moisture pooling once again as gooseflesh erupts when his beard follows and she moans. She can’t help but moan in sleepy pleasure.
Her mewling seems to fuel his ministrations which increased in pressure. His hands are large and soft and his movements are sure and firm. He whispers something in her ear but it goes unheard as his digits playing in her sex, teasing her turgid clit has her writhing in wet pleasure, bucking her ass upwards so she can grind on his fingers. “What? What did you say?” she manages to get out before her thighs begin to quiver in the tell-tale start of yet another orgasm. “I love that you are so wet for me..” his husky voice reduced to a low growl of pure unadulterated lust, lust she returns for him tenfold.
He flips her over as if she’s a ragdoll and not a plus sized woman, spreading her thighs again, looking at her as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks. That look, the moment when his cerulean blue eyes go dark, always sends a rush of her juices down her sex and he knows it. Chuckling to himself before he captures her clit between his teeth, she only has a moment to take a breath before she finds herself arching her back and clutching the sheets for dear life as the tsunami begins. The one that leaves her legs incapable of moving let alone supporting her. And then he applies pressure, as if nipping and sucking and tonguing her over sensitive yet still hard clit isn’t enough, his fingers find their way inside her clenching pussy, the muscles clamping down as if to milk what she can from him. All the while his tongue remains constant and steady, in its pursuit of her orgasms.
She cums with a force that puts a smile on his face as she pulls him up to kiss him and taste herself on his tongue…before leaning her head over the edge of the bed, pulling his rigid cock into her mouth, hell bent on making him go weak in the knees as he stands over her.
waiting in my inbox one day…did i mention that he has a wicked sense of humor? no, wait, strike that. he has an eclectic sense of humor. at times silly, bawdy and then downright wicked.
missed connections. some days, they weigh heavier than usual. today is one of those days.
They lay there, dozing, legs entwined, enjoying being in the presence of the other. That state in which endorphins have overloaded their senses and a euphoric sleepiness ensues. In whispered tones they greet one another, in-between soft, gentle kisses. Overwhelmed, she goes to turn her head away as the tears reappear, threatening to spill from her eyes when he catches her lips with his once again “shh, I’m here. No tears…” he whispers. Looking up into his cerulean blue eyes all she can do is nod and give in to the moment. Their moment. Rare as it is.
kissing. him. i miss him. think of him. always.
is me is really me 