I MISS HIM

I miss him.

I miss the way his words caress me.

The way he knows just how to entice me, how to arouse my body.

How with one tiny phrase he could make me tremble in need for him.

I miss his eyes. So deep and filled with yearning. His eyes that hold so much passion and intensity. Those eyes that make me shiver as I picture them watching me come undone for him.

The deep shiver as he tells me just how much he wants me, just how much I mean to him.

Just how much he wants a taste of me.

How intricate he is when describing his love making. His strong hands running up my legs, spreading them for him as he delves between them, devouring my honey. His grip tightening as my hips rock against him, rubbing myself along his tongue as it curls around my hardened clit. He’d suck me in and make me whimper and I’d squirm against my sheets as his mouth did sinful things to my body.

Then he claims me so sweetly. Torturing me with his cock. Ohhhh, the sweetest torture as he runs his swollen head along my slickened core. Teasing me as he rocks himself against me, whispering in my ear how naughty I’m being. A deep rumble that runs through my body and makes my legs quake. His body consuming me, rubbing against me, making me crave for more.

He’d enter me then, as he’d suck on my nipples, my back arching, giving myself to him as his thick hard cock glides into me. Finally claiming what’s his. Because I want to be his in every way.

My cries echoing in the empty bedroom, images of his cock penetrating my eager pussy, driving my hips off the mattress. His hips driving into me as his tongue sweeps along my neck, sucking and nibbling, driving me to complete bliss.

Only he could do that. Only he could make me feel so much with just a simple phrase. A phrase so hot I could only whimper and moan his name.

His body would consume mine as he held me tight while he fucks me. Grabbing my hips and slamming into me hard. My breasts shaking with each powerful thrust. Our wet cores slapping against each other in a hot erotic dance. Thousands of miles apart yet the desire to have one another palpable.

He knows I want him. He knows it still. He knows that with one simple phrase he can own me.

Ohhh, but I wish he would.

I wish he would stake claim to me and keep me. Mmnnngh, his cock, mine whenever I want it. His body, his mind, his heart belonging to me. To his naughty little girl.

His words wrap me up in a sensuous bliss that has me rocking my hips and biting my lip. Deep groans rock my body as he tells me just how his cock throbs inside me. Just how much he wants to own me. Just how much he wants to mark me. Just how perfect I feel. And I, a willing participant in his mentally enticing games.

So wrong this game we play. A mental fuck that has me begging him, needing him, fantasizing about him.

His words are dirty yet sweet, filthy and erotic and as he tells me to cum for him, my body explodes. The orgasm running up my legs, lifting them in the air as my fingers run wild on my clit following his orders. Coming undone on his cock as my pussy pulsates around him. A guttural moan escapes my lips. My honey running down my thighs as my body jolts in ecstasy.

The phrase I’ve been waiting for appears on the screen. “Good girl.” And a sense of warmth overwhelms me.

I miss him and he knows it. He knows just how to play the game. And he’ll make me fall every time, because I’m his to play with, I’m his to keep.

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