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Missing S !!


Baby


You stayed away too long. Your invading my dreams now and that Ludacriss song is playing in the background, stuck on the part where she keeps saying "Fuck me." It sounds so damn hot that the words resound and fill my head. Over and over echoing and speaking directly to me. Then i hear your voice and I'm not sure what you are saying because its blending into to all of the Fuck me's.

A sigh escapes my lips and I want to draw you closer to me but when I try to you move my arms and I can't. I whimper and your voice is right there telling me to loosen up. Your tone is so soothing it caresses me. I try but your fingertips so feather light are grazing across my body. You start at my neck and you are quiet now as if intent on touching every single spot on your trail up and down my body.

The linen pants that you love so much are around past my middle now and I'm not sure how it got that way. As you explore my body you are peeling them off of me. You stop at my hips because my legs are spread apart where you have tied them to each side of the bed. You are frustrated when the pants won't go any lower. It is right below my ass and that is when I hear the material being ripped away and the slight chill that turns to a shiver when your fingertips continue to trace my body.

The music, your fingers, my moans, all feel like they are a part of me. Your touch is so gentle conflicting with the words that keep playing over and over, Fuck Me! Then its your tongue and you are nibbling on each toe and sliding your mouth across the arch of my foot. My body feels like it is not my own. Wave after wave of heat is infusing me and all you keep saying is relax. First soft touches then a sliding tongue. You are playing with my thighs nibbling there and you keep murmuring over and over, "I love the way you smell" "I love your aroma," this intermingling with the words on the stereo that I want to scream to you as you toy with me keeps replaying in my mind. I remain quiet however because I don't want to break the spell. My head is tossing and I am trying to lie still.

You only allow your lips to slide over the hardness between my legs as your move upward around to my belly button as if wish to tease me further bypassing the spot that is burning for you. Kissing in circles, talking heatedly as each kiss comes closer then withdraws. You do this until my back is arching and I can feel the tingle between my legs and its aching for you to cover it with your lips. Your cool mouth surrounds each one of my nipples and I can't hold back the moans or the arch to get you closer to me.

I know my cock is hard. I can feel it between my legs. My hips are winding, your hands are trying to hold me in place. I keep thinking that I can feel my cock getting harder and the words of the song are evoking a picture of me on top of you. The way your eyes watch me as I slide across you. And your wetness leaves me never knowing if you or me or us are sparking the flame that I need you to extinguish. Then there is the thought of your tongue sliding anywhere near my cock, but instead of your tongue it is your hand. You keep running it across it ever so lightly over and across it. It feels so warm.

But it's just my mind playing tricks with me because I still can't really move. It's not me on top of you but you above me. Now the palm of your hand slides continuously across me and it's a feeling words cannot explain. Rockets are shooting through me. Tingling so strong that I think it will rock my body off the bed. Then you take possession. Sliding me slowly into your mouth first slow and then faster, losing control. Lose control is exactly it too, your now wet pussy replaces your tongue and you are swirling and then twirling and my hips feel like they need to follow your lead turning and moving. Then it's your mouth again. I can't feel anything but your tongue and lips which become one with me and the motion that has me flipping over the edge. Over and over you feed from me and I think that I cant get any harder.
It is then that I can't hold on any longer and that is when the damn phone rang and I open my eyes and realize that there is no music, no kisses, and no you. A figment of my imagination I guess, telling me that I need you. Telling me mostly that I miss you.

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