Thinking of you. (My first story, feedback welcome)

I am trying to recreate the feeling of your hands on my skin, fingertips tracing lazy circles around my nipples, electricity coursing through me. I can feel them harden, standing to attention at the thought of your touch, begging to be licked, sucked, nibbled again.

My hand moves lazily down my body as I recall the trail of kisses you made as you slid down the bed, the feeling of your fingers skimming my hips, the heat of your breath on my inner thigh, the tip of your tongue teasing cries from my lips. Dipping my fingers in between my legs and swirling gentle circles around my clit, longing for your mouth, but this will have to do for now.

I am losing myself in the moment, fingers moving faster, frantic circles winding my insides up like a spring. I am breathing more heavily now, catching a little in my throat as the tension builds inside my body. My other hand snakes to my nipple and a light pinch makes me gasp, even though I knew it was coming. I can almost feel you here, Your scent is still on the pillows.

My pussy aches for more than this, to be stretched and used. I want so desperately to feel you slowly, deliciously filling me up with your thick, veiny cock over and over again until you lose control. I savour the memory of your cock pulsating as your seed shoots deep inside. My tight walls contract just imagining it, and with that I am tipped over the edge.

Waves of euphoria wash over me, helping me forget how empty this bed is without you. Tonight I sleep alone, I cannot wait to see you again.

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