Compulsion

In the course of a chat this morning, I was asked what my hands were doing, what I wanted to be doing, and it brought forth such a rush of longing that it made my breath catch in my chest.

At the time, my fingers were resting lightly on my keyboard, and not doing what I wanted:

Touching

Stroking

Exploring... but not my body, no, it's not enough...

I need a man's body under my hands

Wide shoulders I can measure with my palms

Strong arms to encircle with my fingers

Long fingers with which to entwine, big hands that can capture both of mine in one to pin them above my head...

A long body, a strong torso that narrows at the hips, giving way to strong legs that tangle with mine...

My hair spread out on the pillow, my hands pinned unresisting over my head, my neck exposed as I arch up searching for that contact...

Lips nuzzling at my neck, deep breaths taking in my scent, that long powerful body partially covering mine, the free hand sliding down my ribs making me shiver and squirm...

I can see the muscles in his back moving fluidly as he slides over my body, teasing and tormenting, his mouth opening over one full breast, his tongue bathing my straining nipple in warmth, his teeth scraping gently...

My thighs opening, lifting against him, trying to ensnare his body, his hand pushing me down firmly. Moving as much as he will allow, rubbing against him sinuously, nearing purring with the pleasure of his skin on mine...

When he does nudge my legs further apart, his hard, gorgeous cock nestling between my lips, teasing at my entrance, he'll look into my eyes, blue meeting blue...

And he'll tell me how much he missed me...