His Touch

My alarm clock prodded at my sleep weary brain. I slam my hand down on the snooze button . It is Saturday morning after all. I smile feeling the warm touch of the sun through my window touch my naked body. My mind goes back to when that was his hand, slowly tracing every inch of my body. When it was him that made my body feel warm and tingly. Now all those are just memories but, they were memories I couldn't get out of my head.

The way how he had kissed me softly. Our lips moving against each other and our tongues twirling dancing with each others. How he pulled me close lifting me and placing me down on the kitchen counter. The words "dinner time" still danced in my mind. I closed my eyes pretending he was still here with me. Kissing my neck, down to my breasts where he had spent much time .I picture his fingers replacing mine as I pinch and knead my nipples. I shudder. Lifting my breast upto my mouth I lick,suck, and nibble on my nipple, just as he had done. My hand pinches my other nipple as I feel the heat between my legs rise I know, I want him. No. I need him. I need him him to fuck my mouth and make me choke on his cock like it had been last night. I need his tongue exploring me. Whether it was my mouth or teasing in between my thighs, I love it.

I release my nipples and gasp audibly as one of my hands makes it way down my stomach. I moan softly as I tease myself bringing my finger back up, I suck on it. Thinking of how I had done it to him, Twirling my tongue around, sucking on the tip. The look on his face was incredible. It was full of lust and passion. I bite my lip remembering how I had gone on from that point. Kissing down his chest while letting my nails rake down it. Then finally taking his beautiful member in my hand I tilted it up and licked up his length. Now his groans of pleasure echoed in the room. The way he wrapped my hair in his hands only increased my pace as I bobbed my head back and forth on him. I sucked on him like a lollypop, he was delicous. I loved gagging on him again and again. I squirmed sitting on my hands as I though about him cumming. He shot his hot seed back deep into my throat but, some still dribbled onto my chin and down my chest.

I can't stand it any longer, my hand flies down to my spread legs. I spread my wetness all over my pussy and inner thighs, just like they had been after he ate me out. I slowly rub my clit thinking of how he did the same thing. Rubbing me until I had nearly been pushed over the edge, and then, finally, rammed his cock into me. I moan as I push two fingers deep inside of me. Once again slowly, I was determined to cum as close to the same time a as last night as possible. I curve my fingers up to hit my most sensitive g-spot, resisting the primal urge to go as fast as humanly possible . If he was here it wouldn't matter. How fast or how slow. It always felt amazing to have his hard, long, thick cock fill me, sastisfy me.

I groan knowing not even my biggest toy would make me feel as good but, it'd feel better than my fingers. I pull out an 8inch vibrator I stare at it for a moment wishing it was actually his dick. Then I insert the tip into me slowly with a loud moan, it still isn't on yet. After pushing it all the way in I have to stop and breath. I moan giving up on the memories, I needed to be fucked. I need to be fucked, fast, hard, and with a insane amount of passion. But, right now I could only offer myself the first two. I closed my eyes again biting my bottom lip as I shoved the vibrator in and out of my needy pussy. "holy fuck" I moan my hips now moving back against the toy trying to get it as deep as I can.

My mind focuses on the memories again this one when he's fucking me the best Ive ever been fucked by a man. My free hand moves down my sore nipple to my clit. I rub soft but fast just enough to tease myself but not enough to cum yet. I want to hold it as long as I possible can. I'm basically screaming now, making the bed rock as tears start to fill my eyes. Tears of sheer pleasure like the ones he's seen many times . I feel myself get close to an orgasm, I fuck myself harder and run faster. Every part of me working to push me to the farthest point. "ooh shit I'm cumming! Fuck im cumming!" I shriek my voice shrill and animal like. I squirt fiercely, my whole body rigid , then limp with exhaustion. I lay there in a puddle of my own cum and tears as I rode each wave of ecstacy. I pant almost ready to get up and wash the sheets when I hear a car rumble up on the driveway. I smile down at my mess, maybe I'll keep these out.