Thinking of you…

Thinking about you tonight, my love…

Thinking about how to show you I'm paying attention to your interests, the way you've so clearly done with mine…

Thinking about how badly I want to know you better, want to know everything about you…

Thinking about you coming over to where I'm sitting on the couch, and sitting yourself across my lap as I wrap an arm around you.

Thinking about you pressing your forehead against mine, our eyes locking from half an inch apart, before you kiss me…

It's gentle, at first. An “I love you” kiss. Those beautiful, soft lips of yours pressing against mine for just a moment before you pull back to look into my eyes again…

But you can feel what you do to me… what you always do to me, whether you're trying or not…

And you lean back in for another one, more forceful this time… taking my head into both of your hands, your lips smash against mine.

And your tongue… almost as if with a will of its own, desperately seeking to get the taste of me, pushes its way into my mouth…

My own tongue joins the fray as the arm I have around your waist pulls you closer in, and my other hand finds its way into your hair…

As the air in the room seems to inexplicably heat up, you push me down to lie on the couch, shifting yourself to straddle me. As my hands find those unbelievable hips, you tease me a bit by taking off your top, but not your bra, before leaning in so that your lips can once again press against mine.

Leaning in even closer, you suck on my earlobe for a moment, your breath loud and hot.

Knowing exactly what affect the words will have on me, you pull away ever so slightly and tempt fate by whispering into my ear…

“I love you, ♒️.”

My state of arousal already beyond anything I had ever imagined, your simple words send shockwaves through my body, cold shivers running down my spine while hot blood gathers…

I rip at your bra, fumbling with the clasp and pushing it aside… I need your nipple in my mouth… I'm filled with an overwhelming urge to kiss it, suck it, explore it with my tongue…

We're both still fully clothed from the waist down, but the desire pushes you to rock your hips… pressing the fabric of your jeans against mine…

I hear your breath, hot and heavy above me as I explore your perfect breasts with my mouth, my hand… the other hand reaching down to grasp that thing of yours… that absurdly sexy thing of yours… pulling you closer and closer… helping your rub yourself against me… like horny teenagers not quite ready to take that last carnal step…

We're hardly teenagers anymore, and yet… so very many years of pure desire… how long as it been for you? I do sometimes wonder…

Until finally…

Release. Relief. Intense, amazing relief.

And watching your body convulse, listening to the sounds you make… all push me past my own edge…

And you collapse against me… your head on my chest.

And I pull the blanket off the floor and drape it over us, to hold off the chill night air…

And wrap my arms around you to hold you close.

And I whisper to you… “I love you too, ⭐️.” Earning myself another sweet kiss, before you rest your head again…

And then we sleep, arm in arm, just there on the couch…

And dream it again…