Dedicated to my real love, J. I love you, babe. I'll always be your naughty angel.
To my love,
All the long minutes that drags on into the seemingly endless days, I sit here, thinking about you. Thinking about your touch, your kisses, and your presence. I am thinking about your soft lips, your warm, moist tongue, your arms, your fingersβ¦.
I am imagining your warm arms around me, holding me tight against you, your heart beating next to mine. Your tongue gently pries open my lips and inserts itself into my mouth, feeling my moan escape from my lips around your mouth. We kiss deeply and aggressively, as I gently push you on the bed and straddle you, our lips and tongues still connected as one.
When we finally separate our lips to gasp for breath, I lean over and whisper in your ear, βDo you want me to lick you, babe? Do you want my warm moist tongue?β I smile teasingly as I lean over and gently lick at your neck, giving you a feeling of warmness and wetness and you had desired for so long.
βLick me, babe, please...β you beg, as I feel your aching hardness throbbing underneath me, begging to be released from your pants.
I keep on licking at your neck, bathing it in warm saliva. You gently nudge my head up a bit and once again our lips and tongues were connected in an aggressive dance. I felt my own wetness staining my panties as I felt your hardness gently poking at it, I move a bit until your dick was aligned with my clit, and I start rubbing myself against it as we kiss harder and harder, our breaths and our tongues and our lips meeting in a wild, lustful blur.