jessewestend

From Behind

I should be sleeping but my mind won't stop running, back, through al the silent nights of my present life to a time when hot heat poured from our bodies like kool aid into a paper cup. To the feel of your hips in my hand, and your hair in my other, jerking your neck back so all I see is hair, and panting mouth, and quivering chin. To the sight of your ass from behind, your perfect pale legs ending at the place where our hearts meet. And your skin felt so tight around mine, more like a pair of tight jeans than a living creature with its own thoughts and nerve endings. My mind runs back to your back and your cunt and my hands and tongue, to the way you said "fuck" and "godiloveyou". My mind drifts back to the night I found your "spot" and to lusty kisses with mouths filled with wine and sex. To a steady pounding rhythm, to all your tension beat out of you like a drum in a dream, and to the breathy, exultant aftermath of two sated kids in love. I pull my shaky hand through my corporate hair and sigh as I reach for a towel to wipe away my nostalgia. The sad desperation of the moment only made my climax that much larger and all I want now is a a long, uninterrupted sleep; entirely devoid of dreaming or reminiscence. All I want now is to feel your tongue on mine, and your head against my chest as we clumsily squirm our way into a sleeping position. All I want now is to be farther from then. All I have ever wanted is to see more of you in all of them.