I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t hold back. Take me how you want me.
I want to come with your thick cock inside me.
I bit my lip as another wave of heat took me. I rolled my hips, pushing myself hard into my hand, gripping my cock tightly. Just how I liked it.
I closed my eyes, trying to picture her and get to a place where I could see her face. But, even though I felt warmth, closeness, and the things I had felt when we first fell in love, I couldn’t see her.
The darkness behind my eyes simply heightened my feelings,and I could just enjoy myself. The way I was free from judgement, both from myself and from her.
What do you think? Can you come so hard inside me that I’m dripping when you pull out?
“Shit,” I whimpered, looking down at my cock. I rubbed my thumb over my slit as I jerked my hips upwards. Precum smeared over the head, and I kept my hand still, pressing my heels into the bed as I rocked into it.
I loved doing this, using my whole body to fuck. I only did it when I was masturbating because I felt like it annoyed her somehow. Was our distance because of that as well?
It had been too long since Molly and I had had sex. No time for it, and no desire, though that could be my imagination.
I gasped, the wide stretch of my thighs burning as I released my balls. Reaching for the phone, I moaned as I clutched my shaft and sped up my strokes.
There was no way to text and move without falling over, so I let go of my cock.
I left prints on the screen from the sweat on my hands.
Let me fuck you. I want to hear you call my name.
Can you hear me? That’s me moaning for you.
I’ve got my fingers inside myself, but they’ll never be as good as your cock.
My eyes fluttered, swallowing heavily before I typed.
Do you want to feel me inside you? Do you want me to come?
Not yet. You’d said you’d wait for me.
I blew out a breath, my stomach shaking at her reply. My legs shook as I thrust frantically as I chased the feeling. It was building, my cock and balls sparking with pleasure. I tried to draw it out, tease myself just how I liked it, but my need to come was taking me over.
My shoulders against the headboard for support, I thrust until the only noises in the room were the moans dropping from my lips, and the dirty echo of my hand clenching my aching cock.
“Oh, God. I wish you could hear me,” I said into the empty room, feeling a different kind of release. “I wish you weren’t so far away,” I choked out.
I loved talking when I stroked myself, but I always felt so exposed anytime I did it with someone else. But I could say anything I wanted in the quiet of my room. There was so much freedom when it was just me and the feeling of her.
More texts came through, but the contents completely threw me off.
I was thinking…
How would you feel if I lickedyour asshole?
My eyes widened. I stilled, my breathing harsh as all the air had vanished from the room. My awareness swept below downwards, my thighs shifting as my ass twitched.
It’s been on my mind, you know? Imagining you on all fours, spread out for me, my tongue buried in your ass.
How does that sound?
The feeling hit me, like I remembered it rather than imagined it. It pounded in time with my nervous heart, blood rushing through me as heat burned my skin. Everything was too small and large at the same time. The room swamped me; my skin too tight, the simple image the words conjured in me flooding me with heat.
Do you want to try it, Harry?