His touch....HNT

Right now, all I can think about is his touch. The way his hand feels brushing against my skin. The gentle way he has of caressing me while I sleep, Does he even realize that he does it? His fingers brush against my body and it soothes me. And I sleep, better than I ever have before.

Then there is the urgent touch of his fingers on my nipples, as they tease and torment my body, slipping to play with my clit, its this touch that bends me, breaks me, and gives me life. I want him, I need him...and with this touch, the hunger in me burns hot and urgent.

Its the way his arms wrap around me, protecting me from all that is dark in the world. The past that haunts me, the future that terrifies me. They all slip away and they leave me only peace. Nothing can harm me enveloped in his arms, his strong chest holding me up, his heart beating against my cheek as I sleep.

Countered by the sting of his hand as it falls against my ass repetitively, bringing me to newer heights of pleasure. There is a soothing sense of calm that comes over me as it falls again, and again against my tender flesh. Heated and red, the sting stays with me when he is finished.

But it's his kiss that I miss the most, soft, tender, loving, hungry, needy, tasting me, drawing me into him....there are millions of feelings, and unlimited emotions wrapped up in those seemingly simple touches.

There is nothing simple about all the ways we touch. There is nothing simple about him, or me, but there is one pure and simple thing that is us....and that is our love.

Thank you, Sir,






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