I can’t wait to make love to you again. It’s been so long since I’ve felt your lips on my skin. Your touch, so light and teasing at first, becoming more insistent with every passing moment. They way you know how and where to touch me to drive me wild.
I can’t wait to feel you again. To feel your creamy white thighs around me. So strong and so soft at the same time. I dream about them, you know. To watch the way the muscles in your body move, whether you’re on top of me or underneath me. I can’t wait to stroke your back, pull you down or up to me, to dig my nails into your flesh again.
I can’t wait to hear your breathing change. I can’t wait to hear it speed up until it seems that you’re gasping for air. When it catches in your throat and you forget to breathe for what seems like endless moments. To feel your heart beat so rapidly under my hand.
I can’t wait to feel your fingers in my mouth again. The way they stroke my tongue. What it feels like to wrap my lips around them. What it does to me to have you inside me.
I can’t wait to taste you again. The taste of your mouth. Your skin. Every part of you. I want to kiss every inch of you, to memorize every freckle, every wrinkle, every fold of skin. I want to know your body better than I know my own.
I want to bring you to the brink of orgasm over and over without letting you fall. I want to tease you for hours. I want to drown in you.
I want to feel you completely wrapped around me, pushing me, pulling me. Twisting and writhing under me, my hands, my tongue, my body.
I know what it all feels like and I want to know over and over again. I want to hear your words in my ears before I cover your mouth with mine.
It’s been too long, my love. I can’t wait to make love to you again.