Honey, I thought of you as I kept my eyes closed. I pictured your face and how it looks when I catch you staring at me. I ran my fingers along my collarbone as my other hand slowly slid around my stomach. I felt my legs tremble as I pictured your mouth on my neck, so I tilted my head, imaging your lips kissing my skin. I kept letting my hand move further down to my breast. I let my palm run over it, and I felt my nipple begin to harder once more. I could almost feel the weight of your body sliding down mine, cupping my breast with your large hands and running your thumb across my nipple.
I moaned during this part. I had a clear image of your mouth closing over my breast and teasing the bud with your teeth. My love, the image of you doing that caused my hips to raise up, and I let my hand slide down to my pussy. I rested it there, just like you do when you let my body become accustomed to your touch and your heat. I was wet, and my hand slowly moved up and down over my curly hairs. I ran my tongue across my lips and over my teeth. I knew, had you been there, you would have been watching, and would have been flicking my nipple with your tongue.
My pussy was squeezing and rocking side to side. I so much needed release from my thoughts. My body was on fire, and I could feel the tremors of desire coursing through my veins as I let my thumb rub my clit. I moved my nipple between my fingers and pulled at it with my nails, imagining my nails were your teeth, and I pinched my hard center, bringing a sharp but wonderful pain to my breast. I let my finger slip into my wet pussy, and my love?. . . I can only tell you that at that moment you were with me. Your finger was mine, and it slid deep into the wet, slippery hole. I rested it there, before rotating it against the fleshy walls. I squeezed my muscles and felt more sweet nectar escape my body, to rest on my finger.
I slid my finger out, and ran it down my wet lips and over my clit. My body was thrashing, love, moving up and down on the bed. My whimpering sounds were growing louder, so I took my hand and covered my mouth with it. I moved my finger back to the slick opening, and this time I spread my legs further and slipped two fingers in, and began to pump them harder into my pussy. Deeper, I went. I tried to reach that special spot that you find on me. I could sense it was just out of my reach. Oh my love, how I so needed you at that moment; so wanted you to touch the place that only you had ever found on me. I squeezed my walls together and held my fingers tightly inside me as I bucked and lifted my hips. I moved my hand from my nipple to open my pussy lips more, and rub my clit at the same time. I tried a third finger and pushed hard and deep, up into the hot path of my sex.
Oh my god. I did it, my love. I found that spot, and I loved it. I let my fingers press against it, allowing them to rub slowly and build up the tension in my body. I lost control then, my sweet. Each thrust of my hips brought your name from my lips. I knew I had to be quiet, but I didn't want to; I couldn't control it. As the orgasm finally slammed out of me, I screamed your name. Oh god, how your name echoed in my ears! I continued to moan and thrash as I pumped faster and harder, letting each spasm rock me, and each release of my cum cover my fingers, finally sliding into my hand. I could feel you there; could feel your kisses, caresses, and your body. I felt your presence as I slowed my gyrations against my fingers. Yes, my love. I came. I came with your name on my lips. I had to lie on the bed for awhile, and it was during that time that I heard the soft knock at my door. I told the youngest child that mommy was fine, and all was well.
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Now, love, I'm here; lying on this bed, once again telling you goodbye. The storm is gone, and I want to get back to the computer and talk with you. I know you'll be there, and soon, when you are home, we'll be together again. So farewell sweetheart, and I'll look for you online.
