Laying on my back, in bed, naked, looking at photos of you and reading messages you’ve sent. My phone in my right hand while my left hand gently fondles my semi hard cock. I closed my eyes and fully pictured you. Your legs straddling my hips. Your hands gripped onto the cold metal bar that runs across the top of my headboard, preparing to lower your hips down onto mine. I look up and see your perfect tits, inches above my face as my mouth literally waters, begging for them to come down onto me. I bring my hand to my mouth and drag two fingers across my tongue, and in the same motion I slide them down between us to wet your pussy. I didn’t need to do that. You were ready. My hands reach up and wrap around your back and slide down onto your ass, slowly pulling you down onto me.

I open my eyes for a moment and remember my reality as I feel my precum drip onto my thumb. I think about how glad you’d be to suck that right off of the tip of my cock. My hand slides down to the base of my cock and I gently squeeze before bringing it back up. My hand pauses halfway up my shaft and I take my thumb and place it near the top, slowly pushing it forward and angling it the way I would need to slide into you.

I close my eyes again and slip back into the world I need.

My hands on your lower back I pull you down onto me. My left hand reaches down onto my cock as I position it for you to slide down onto. My eyes roll back as I feel and hear the sound of your wetness encasing my tip. My back arches as the pleasure and my eyes slowly crack open. Your breasts still inches from my mouth. I open my mouth and desperately try to reach one, even though I know the angle doesn’t allow it. My hips slightly buck as my hands slowly pull you down and I feel the remainder of my shaft disappearing inside of you, as my warm, sharp, bourbon tinted breath reaches your chest.

I open my eyes again to the longing reality of you not there. My cock throbbing in my hand, damp from my precum. I let out a frustrated grunt as I grip my cock and continue stroking, pausing slowly to imagine you laying in bed, filled with a toy, arching and writhing in pleasure. My cock throbs once more, this time telling me I’m close.

I close my eyes again, and have you back where you belong. My hands reach up and grab your wrists from the bedpost, pulling them off. The resulting crash downwards lands your mouth on mine. The intoxicating sensation of our tongues being tangled together causes me to take over. I hook your leg and roll us over, our lips never breaking contact, my cock never sliding out of you. My hands slide down your body and I hook your legs under my arms. Bringing your legs up, we find the perfect angle for deepest penetration. Knowing I’m close, my lips break from yours and find your neck. Unable to force my mind to think, my jaw opens and my teeth press against your neck. Not a bite. Just, there, as I thrust deeply into you. Your soft moans of pleasure take me to the edge and I thrust into you completely one more time.

My eyes remain closed but I know you’re not there. Nothing compares to the perfect wetness of your opening. The veins on the top of my hand protruding from stroking myself, I increase the speed and feel the wave come over my body. I’m 33, but when I think about fucking you, I cum like I’m 20 again. The first rope shooting nearly out of sight as my hips collapse, and cum pours out of me. Desperate to be inside of you, I close my eyes one more time to imagine the deepest, most passionate kisses as my orgasm continues. My face collapses onto your neck. I roll you back on top of me and give you a smile, as well as a light smack on the ass for good measure. You laugh. You pull me in by my beard, and plant the sweetest kiss on my cheek.