I imagine you buckling and shoaling under the surface. Roiling.

With my head between your legs, my tongue prying and teasing through the fabric that sheathes your cock, I look up and over to you. Is it for affirmation? Direction? Assurance? It’s been altogether too long since I have had the pleasure of your cock in my mouth. Despite the months apart, this is instantly…

Hook, line and sinker.

I run my fingers across the goosebumps on my arms, protracting my shoulders to curl into myself, wrapping my body tightly into a hug. I close my eyes, willing my mind to whisk me back to when I was in your arms. A small, contented smile crosses my lips. Thank you for every moment you’ve…