My nipples miss you.

I can't seem to forget your touch. I imagine it every time my breasts rub against my shirt. I remember it everytime I roll over and brush against the bed. I see it everytime I close my eyes.

I'm laying on my back. You're beside me, leaning over me, watching me, caressing me. "Careful," I say as your fingers glide across my round breasts, "they're a little tender."

"Oh?" you seem thrilled at the knowledge of how to work me. You don't wait for me to answer, you grasp my nipple between your thumb and forefinger and gently ring the pleasure out it. You know exactly the right grip and strength and intensity to send shivers right down to pelvis, engorging my lips and causing my underwear to get moist.

When I start to moan from the back of my throat, you change positions, extend your tongue and wrap your lips around my hard little nipples. You suck while flicking the with your tongue and my hips begin to move involuntarily. Noise emanates from mouth, but I have no concept of it, no control as I sink behind a screen of fog for everything besides what you are doing to me. Without losing your tantalizing tongue connection you grasp underneath my breast massaging with both your mouth and you hand at the same time. I'm wet now. Wetter than I ever imagined I could be in only a few short min.

You treat my other breast to the same pleasure and then work your hands down my chest, across my abdomen and down into the curly locks of my pubic hair. My lips await your touch, but after only lightly brushing them you bring your hands back up, encasing my breasts again. My mind reels with the pleasure and the torturous foreplay.

Time loses all meaning to me and either moments or hours later I inquire as to your thoughts. You reward my question by going down on me. You warm me up with light caressing by your fingers and then you let your tongue take over. It's obvious that you have studied up on new techniques since we've been together last. Whoever it was that taught you deserves and award and I compliment them with something halfway between a moan and scream of pure delight. My clitoris protrudes longing for touch, enthralled with your tongue, engorged from your pleasure. I hadn't imagined it could feel this good.

My back arches pressing my shoulders into the bed. Again I moan only it's breathy and cut off by the next moan starting. Three times the moans come faster than I can verbalize them and it comes out sounding a porn movie "AH, Eh, Eh" heavily breathy as I head toward climax. As you lick hard at my nodule of pleasure your fingers slip into my dripping juices enticing my lower lips and sliding inside. In and out your fingers match the rhythm of your lapping and I scream loud enough to be grateful there is no one around. My thighs involuntarily tighten, my butt clenches, and my stomach shakes as I explode in the most intense orgasm I've had in a long time.

You come up and lay beside me, after a moment of rest all I can think about is taking you. And I do. Four more times I come while riding you.

But all I can think about now is my breasts, wanting you to rub my breasts, to start the pleasure all over again. My nipples are hard at the very thought. I can almost feel your sensation simply from my longing.