All the moments, our moments – playing on repeat in my head. This past weekend with you was an absolute delight.
Us in the elevator, doing what quickly became our little tradition for any lift we’d ever take. You jumping on me as soon as the door closes, eating my mouth, grabbing my breast, pushing your manhood all against me – for me to feel you, the effect I have onto you.
Us having sensual sex in the dark, your nose softly brushing against mine, in a stolen moment of tenderness in slow motion – a soft kiss, usually reserved to lovers. Unusual for us, a first even – just as having the lights off.
Us laying on our sides, facing each other, embracing each other as if we’re trying to fuse into one — my leg climbing on top of you to clench onto you even more tightly – your fingers finding their way in, trying to reach as deep as possible.
You, with your face buried between my thighs – having your tongue explore all of my intimacy, blissfully licking away. Putting a finger in, moving on to two encouraged by my moans, and finishing with our usual three. Those fingers, they make me lose my brains.
Us sitting side by side on the sofa, your hand reaching for my crouch – brushing on top of my shorts. Finding the perfect spot, the perfect angle, the perfect tempo – pleasing me selflessly. Me biting my lip, me admiring the dance of your hand as if it was the seventh wonder of the world.
You coming close to me while walking, stopping me in my tracks – breathing in my ear before gently playing your tongue on my lobe, and back to breathing. Giving me goosebumps, forcing my body to halt and my eyes to shut.
Me starting to cook pasta, wearing my kimono – you coming from behind me, grabbing me by the hips. Gently lifting my kimono up to my waist before dropping my panties to my feet, on the floor. You sliding in without a word spoken, and proceeding to pouding me against the kitchen counter. Me trying to hold my moans since the windows was open, of course not succeeding.
You being all the way deep, deciding to take it slow – ensuring I feel every single inch of you. You repeating how good it feels to be inside of me, to stay there. You feeling my vagina grip onto you in contractions, me feeling your cock pulsating in response. Oh so fucking delicious.
You finally daring to express yourself without shame and saying the words you truly want to on the moment. Feeling free to grunt, telling me how much you love to fuck me – see how good it feels to express yourself? Look how you came so much harder than other times, also much faster – to my delight, under my watch.
You fingering and edging me – me, on fire, reaching for your lips. You, backing your head just a little, a couple times. Staring at me, grinning at me – knowing you well what I desperately want but not giving it to me just yet. Enjoying how much I crave you, delighting yourself of my needy face.
Me on top of you, you asking me where is my butt plug before letting me reach out for it – but not wanting to get out of my pussy. Stretching yourself to the side, making sure you stay inside the whole time. Watching me ride you while inserting the plug, slowly, at my own rhythm. Then feeling the urge to flip me around and pound me from behind like a techno beat. Placing your thumb on my plug to play a bit with it, slightly moving it around. Ending up making me come so fucking hard, fully filled, so satisfied.
Look at us: crazy – madly in lust with each other. Not being able to keep our hands off each other, not being able to not stare in each other’s eyes constantly. We never break the eye contact – intense, immeasurable. Carrying all the words and feelings we dare not speak. We don’t have to. I know, you know. Dare I say: crazy – madly in love with each other.
C’est tellement bon.