I sit on the edge of the white couch, my palms sweating into the upholstery. I can't seem to do or think about anything else either than when you'll walk through the front door. I keep staring at the door hoping any second now, wiping my sweaty hands on the couch.
It's been 4 months since I last saw you. And 4 months since we've last had sex.
I think about the first time we had sex all the time. I was so excited I could barely keep my hands from shaking when you first kissed me in bed that night. I think about how I have never had someone make me feel nervous and excited just from their touch.
I can't put my finger on exactly what it is, I just know something about you has had a grip on me from the start. Ever since I've been chasing it, wanting to feel more and fall harder.
Fuck I should probably wash my hands, I think to myself.
I walk over to the sink and start washing my hands. I hear the door close and I look up to see you standing in the open door, suitcase in hand and a big smile on your face.
I drop the tea towel in my hands and I run over wrapping my arms around you. Your hands grab my face kissing me in a way that settles all my nerves.
We don't stop kissing and I feel your hands under my shirt on the nape of my back. Your hands pull my shirt over my head, "you couldn't wait to get your hands on me either," I laugh.
"I might've missed you a lot," you reply, throwing off your own shirt and crawling on top of me on the couch. I feel your knee pressing in between my leg and I pull away from kissing you to bite your lip.
I can feel my pussy pounding while you grind your leg against me. I feel the familiar warm sensation all over my body while you're kissing my ear. I'm almost overwhelmed by the sound of the breathy kisses that make my hips thrust towards you, grinding harder and wanting more.
"You've soaked through your underwear again," you whisper in my ear in a way that sends a pulse of excitement into my stomach.
I let out a moan when you kiss me again and my hands make their way into your hair. Your hands pull down my bralette and I watch your eyes running over the exposed skin on my chest, like you couldn't wait to see my bare my skin covered in a red flush.
"I want to feel your mouth," I say grinding my pussy harder against your leg and already desperate to feel you fuck me.
"Not yet. I want to take my time with you," you say, easing your leg off my pussy and spreading my legs. I can feel my pussy throbbing uncontrollably begging to feel the pressure again.
Ever since we've been long distance the sex feels electric. Whenever we're apart my thoughts are hit by flashbacks. Flashbacks that make me constantly daydream about getting my hands on you. You know that no one else makes me feel this way, and I can tell that you like the power from the look in your eyes right now.
