I wish you were here. I mean, I always wish that, my dear, but right now, I really wish you were here with me, kissing me, touching me, licking me, biting me, fucking me. I really want you.
If you were here, if we were alone, I would wait until you're nearly asleep, then I'd get out of bed and creep down the hallway in my pyjama pants and come into the lounge. I'd lie down next to you and kiss you, kiss you on the forehead, the nose, the cheeks and the lips. I'd kiss you softly, but you'd know how hungry I am by the way my breathing changed when you flick your tongue across my lips.
With just a night and a day together, I'd want to spend as much time with you as possible, making you feel as loved and desired as possible and to make you feel like you're floating. My conscience would be niggling in the back of my head, but all I could focus on would be you.
I'd kiss you for eternity, then pull back with a mischievous smile on my face, making you giggle.
I'd pull the quilt right back and scooch down to the end of the bed. I'd pick up your left foot and, resting one hand under your heel and the other under your calf, I'd bend down and kiss the top of your foot. Holding it gently, I'd run my tongue from your toe, up and over your foot to your leg, then I'd lift your foot and run my tongue along the bottom of it, until I reached your heel, where I'd gently run my teeth and nibble on the fleshy bit to make you squirm. I'd lift your leg further and run my tongue up the length of your calf, then kiss back down the front to your ankle, and then all the way around your ankle.
I love your legs, you know that. I'd take the time to massage them, placing your ankle on my shoulder and just softly but firmly rubbing my hands along your calf, shin, knee and (pushing under your pants) your thigh. I'd kiss your ankle as it rested next to my head and rub my cheek against your calf as I ran my hands around your beautiful, beautiful thigh.
I'd HAVE to kiss your knee, then lower my head and nuzzle behind your knee, pushing in with my nose and flicking my tongue, making you squirm and giggle.
At this stage, I'd gently lower your foot back to the bed and start on the right foot. Kissing, stroking, nuzzling, licking, nibbling every inch. Feeling your soft warm skin against my cheek, I'd be dying to suck on your toes, but I know that'd be too risky.
Here, I'd look up at you and smile quietly to you, then I'd reach up and hook my fingers into the waist band of your pyjama pants. Kissing your knees, I'd gently pull your pants down, while you lifted your butt to help. Both of our hearts would be racing at this stage.
Lifting both of your feet up, I'd rest them over my shoulders once more and kiss the insides of your thighs. My hands would run along the back of your thighs to your ass, then around and over the top of your legs. I would run my tongue right up your thighs, first one side and then the other, all the way up to your undies and hips. Lying down on my belly, I'd rest my cheek against your undies and kiss all over your upper thigh, occasionally nipping it gently with my teeth and gently pulling, teasing the skin. My favourite part would be running my tongue along the crease where your leg meets your body, hand on your butt, face resting against your pussy, running my tongue up toward your hips.
Then, I'd turn. I'd lift my head and turn my face, sliding both hands under your ass and pull you close to me. I'd run my tongue up the length of your pussy, tasting you through your undies. Gently squeezing your butt cheeks, I'd nuzzle you hard, kissing and sucking you through your undies. My left hand would slide out from under your ass and my finger would slide along inside your undie elastic, then pull them aside, showing me your perfect, smooth pussy lips for the first time. Running my hands over your hips and back down again, I'd kiss the soft skin around your pussy before running my fingers along the length of your lips, then licking them to taste you.
After licking them clean, I'd gently push two of them into you, causing you to gasp and lift your hips towards me. At this point, I'd crawl back up toward your head and lie next to you, kissing you hard and deep, flicking your tongue with mine. I'd lift your pyjama top with my free hand and rest my head on your chest, with my tongue within range of your perfect, pale pink nipple, already hardening and growing. Flicking my tongue across one nipple, I'd push my two fingers further in to you, loving the warmth of your lips grabbing me.
Your hands would be in my hair at this point, I think, playing, stroking, grabbing, pulling hard. The latter would make me grin and moan, turning me on and making me pull your nipple toward my mouth with my tongue, sucking it in gently between my teeth.