One Week

On the nights when you couldn’t see me, when you had meetings or your day ran late, the wait drove me wild with anticipation. I would think about your body and the way you touch me, and go insane knowing you are here and I’m not with you.

I thought about the Saturday afternoon we spent in bed, nestled in the mountains. How you made me climax over and over. I thought about your naked body next to mine. Running my hands through your chest hair. Taking you in my hands and then my mouth. Going for dinner and then coming back to the room to have each other for dessert. Remembering the first night and how much closer we had become since then.

One of those nights off helped me realize that the sex had only gotten better as the week progressed. That being away from you for a night just intensified my desire for you. On those nights, the heat between my legs was a constant reminder of how much I wanted you. My juices would drip on to my thighs and it was all I could do not to touch myself.

Instead, I kept saving it up for you.

I didn’t even know I could be this horny for you, but I was, I am, and I love it.

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