Craving to be touched.

It's been a while since the last time I made love, had sex...whatever you want to call it. For a while I was doing just fine being alone, but some nights I miss feeling a strong, warm body pressed close to mine. I miss hearing a heart beat when I lay my head down on a male chest. I want soft, full lips to teasingly peck my mouth and trail down my neck to my stomach. experienced fingers trace circles on my hip bones, ghosting over my inner thighs, setting my nerves on edge. My anticipation grows as he gently nips my skin with his teeth. Slowly he spreads open my legs. placing gentle kisses on my pubic mound, down to my clit, my breath begins to hitch. He looks up at my face.
He smirks when he sees my expression of want. I'm trying to be patient but I want more. In his boldness, he teases my clit with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he becomes more aggressive. Alternating between my labia and clit. He probes his tongue inside. But just before my orgasm can take hold he stops. He crawls on top of me. I love the feeling of his body pinning me down. He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear "Tell me what you want."
His voice makes my stomach flutter. "Make love to me, I want you inside me now." I say. He kisses me deeply as he enters me. I moan into his mouth. The scent of his skin fills my head. He smells like a spice market. I detect notes of Cardamom and Chai. We rock against each other and he hits the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. He groans when my nails rake down his back. My body begins to tremble...I'm close now. Gently I urge him to lay on his back. He looks up at me, impressed at my assertiveness. I take him in me again and I begin to ride him. He studies my expressions as I take control of my pleasure. I reach down to play with my clit, it's swollen and desperate for stimulation. My wetness increases and I ride him faster.
"You're so beautiful" he says. Those words hit hard and I can feel my chest tightening, a lump starts to form in my throat. He knows what's coming. He weaves his fingers with mine. Tears well up in my eyes. I feel connected with him. Soon I cry out in ecstasy, orgasm ripping through me. Tears roll down my cheeks and I'm smiling.

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