We will start out slow.  Slow, sim­ple, easy.  I’ll prob­a­bly go to bed early, and know­ing you’ll be in to kiss me good night, I’ll wait.  It will take you a moment to real­ize I’m naked, for the first time in months only skin beneath the sheets.

We kiss as your hands begin to explore.  Run­ning across my breasts, heavy, nip­ples hard, wait­ing for your mouth; your fin­ger­tips tease me.  Down across my belly, round and soft, ner­vously feel­ing the warmth of your hands.  Around my hips, full and smooth, just wait­ing to move on top of you.  You move down and work your way up my legs, tick­ling the back of my knees, mak­ing them part slightly.  Then slowly you find my pussy, smooth like before, hot, wait­ing.  Gen­tly you cup it, slip­ping a fin­ger inside, test­ing my wet­ness, test­ing my reaction.

Fin­gers tease me, gen­tly work­ing the folds of my pussy, warm­ing me up, let­ting me want you.  When you pull away I gasp, the feel­ing was so fan­tas­tic, it had been missed so.  I watch as you pull of your shirt and slide out of your pants.  Your cock is so hard, so fan­tas­ti­cally long and smooth.  I don’t know how I waited so long, I want you to impale me, to nail me to the bed.  I want you to fuck me hard from above then drag me on top of you.  I want you to use my hips, to pull me harder on to you, to drive your cock deeper so that I feel your balls press­ing against me.  I want to ride you as you spank me, slap­ping my ass with every thrust, hear­ing me whim­per with pain and plea­sure until I explode on top of you.

But we need to start gen­tly. Slow and steady until we both cry out and I feel your cum fill me.

We can be patient at first.  Spank­ings can always come later.

We are still here.  Life has just been a bit more busy than it had been, and I am tem­porar­ily unable to, well lets say “fully engage”.  This wont stop us for much longer.  It hasn’t stopped Simon from tak­ing plea­sure as he likes.

There have been many times when I can barely hold myself back.  His warm cock in my hands, his lips on my neck, his hands on my breasts.  It takes all of the restraint I have to not climb on top of him a drive his cock deep inside.  I want to ride him until we are both unable to move.  I want to feel him cum inside me, I want to feel him fill me as I melt into him.

I know his head is full of things.  Times and places, dif­fer­ent ways he wants to fuck me, dif­fer­ent fan­tasies that have been on hold.  He some­times whis­pers them as I des­per­ately grind against him.  Know­ing how badly we want each other again makes me cum.

In the mean­time I use my hands, my mouth, all that I can to sat­isfy him, and all he has to do is whis­per to me.