CW Slight pain play

A sense of longing consumes me.

The warmth of a body pressed against my own, fingers dancing along my back.

The desperate, hungry kisses knocking the air out of our lungs, tongues sliding together.

The trail of lips down my neck and across my chest, sucking blues and purples into a fresh canvas.

The gasps of breath as they enter me, rocking and thrusting and riding.

The cursing and praises and panting and soreness of limbs.

The sting of a hand slapping my face and the shit eating grins from the both of us.

The rush of endorphins from a tight squeeze around my throat.

The licking and gagging and tasting and tears running down my cheeks.

The joy spreading in my chest as I bring them over the edge again and again and again.

The gentle touches and whispers, bringing us back down to Earth.

Falling asleep in their arms, head pressed to their chest, hearing their heart beat steadily in my ear.

An ever present memory, keeping me waiting and wanting.