moving from this
You came into my room. And you missed me and I felt it. We got into bed to lay together. I remember being so close. I could see the details of your skin. Slowly breathing you in. Feeling my way up your shoulder, nearing your chest and then your neck with my face. My cheek felt the soft coarseness of your facial hair. Finally we consented to a kiss. Your small lips, as I remember them, turned into big lips embracing. (I still don’t know how you work those small lips to make me feel embraced by them, but you do and is amazing.) The warmth of your body emanating through that kiss. Still even in dreams makes me feel like I’m tripping on mushrooms. Then I moved over you. over your body. our legs doing those things they do with familiarity. Pressing, finding those spots that make us moan for more desire. somehow you were naked. We ended our embrace, you said something implying how wet and nasty you were for me. I looked down to see btwn your legs glistening in wet cum.