it’s been at least a month since my lips touched another. it’s so sad to miss something as simple as a kiss. sex just isn’t the same without locking lips and sealing the deal of intimacy with a partner.
finally, i was over the cough that never ended. finally, he was over being borderline sick. finally, it was our time to meet each other again. that first touching of lips, that first parting to seek out the tongue, that first sigh i release finally feeling that closeness again.
i didn’t want to part ways with him. i wanted to embrace this moment of closeness with him. i wanted to stay locked eternally. i didn’t care so much about him fucking me or me coming or him pushing his fingers inside of me and finding my g-spot or even my mouth slipping down and enveloping his cock. no, what mattered at this moment was telling him how much i had missed his kiss by the mere act of kissing and clinging to him for life itself.
i licked his lips like a pussy. i sucked his tongue like a cock. we laid there for an uncountable amount of time enjoying what we missed most of our intimacy.
the kissing grew even more frantic as our bodies begged to differ with this intense act. they of course wanted more and as he crawled on top of me and pushed my legs open i remember our teeth scraping as i couldn’t bear to stop what joined our orifices till he pushed inside of me joining us in an animalistic way.
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