Late night thoughts.

Im laying here, next to Ricky, both of us nude and under the blankets. I am watching sleep. My head resting on his arm. Remembering the many times we did this before . The times I woke up with him next to me looking at me with the same love I see in his eyes when he is awake . Sleeping I am not sure but I think he has a slight smile on his face and I wonder what he is dreaming about. He doesn’t have that stressed out look in his brow that he did when we met again after all these years. I look at Ricky and I can still feel his mouth on my breasts and nipples. Rickys still soft lips I loved kissing and missed kissing me, on the lips, on my body. His fingers are a bit calloused now from playing guitar. But still gentle when he runs them up and down my body and when he holds my face to pull me closer to kiss. He’s got a bit of a pot belly now but he is still ticklish and when I run my fingers down his chest and over his stomach, that slight quiver from being aroused. My hand running down to his groin and running my fingers over the shaft of his penis. Over the head of his penis and hearing a deep moan. Watching Ricky getting erect beneath my touch. How thick his penis is and how my vagina squeezes it. Feeling his hot , hard penis entering me . Siding in all of it feeling his balls pressing against the lips of my vagina. Feeling his body on top of mine. Running my fingers up and down his back down to his ass. pushing inside me as deep as I can take it. My very wet vagina being pumped by his hard thick penis. I get wet just thinking about his touch. And how much more I want of him. I want the same touch of his hands on my breasts and nipples when I straddle him and ride his very hard hot penis. And knowing he feels the juices on his penis when I climax. And feeling his sperm fill me. The cuddling and kissing afterwards and the caressing each others bodies. I watch Ricky sleep. I feel safe and more content than I have ever felt in many many years. The same way I felt when we were teens.

I love you Ricky, I always have and always will.

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