I blush when I think of you. Remembering the feel of your body against mine. How your tongue leaves a glistening trail on my belly, before plunging into my pussy. The way your cock twitches against my open lips.
Leaning back on the bed, I close my eyes and picture us. The way we were just this morning, frantic for each other. Pinching my nipples, the memory of your mouth devouring them still fresh in my mind. As I move my hand down to the stud in my belly button, I feel your tongue licking and teasing it. A tiny moan escapes my lips, as I bury my hand into my pussy. Already wet and hot, as I replay in my head our time together.
We had little time to be together this morning. Yet neither of us planned to get so hot for each other so fast. I started teasing you, climbing into your lap and wriggling around.
“Hey!” you laughed. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Just getting comfortable baby.” I innocently replied. “So we can talk, eye to eye.”
“Lips to lips.” You whispered, before pressing your lips to mine.
Our kisses always started out gentle. Taking the time to taste each other, and gaze into each other’s eyes. This morning, though, we were so hungry for each other. My tongue sought out the moist warmth of your mouth, dancing around your tongue. I sucked on your lower lip, as your hands moved down my body.