Insaitiable Needs

I've wanted you badly to the point where I feverishly masturbated for weeks. I don't like manual labor. I think of you eating my pussy like some wild animal eating his prey in peace with delight. I rubbed one out with my middle finger on my right hand, thinking of you in my bedroom.

 My imagination runs a marathon of possibilities you would be doing if you were present. Teasing her with the head of your thick cock , staring me down like prey with the sweetest bass in your voice, holding back your desire to put him inside me, "look at me", we locked eyes, building my orgasm and your self-inflicted frustrations leading to a series of delights.

With my eyes closed, I taste your breath while we kiss. Your continued rubbing over my pudenda and clit made me moan a bit louder. " Make me cum, please". The request so innocent and softly spoken over the squeak of the edge of the bed, you stopped for a moment to really look at me. Scanning my face, taking in the details of my curiosity. "As you wish". Honoring a simple request melting my whole body, as you may have felt. I could feel your heart racing in your stomach. The cool afternoon air tickled the tops of my thighs pricking the skin. The bedsheets wrinkled underneath inexperienced hips that weighed the bed into a warm spot. Your hair shadowed your face in small increments and the wind-tossed the frayed ends around the corners of your mouth. I trembled, which looked like the I'm ready sign giving you the green light to move in. With a heave on my chest and thrust of your pelvis, I felt the full understanding of your growl. The hunger you posses, the insatiable need to be inside me overwhelms my sensibility to restraint my elevated excitement upon entry. "Fuck! Baby, baby please", begging you to go slower yet, wanting you deep inside me. I couldn't handle all of you but wanted to. You kissed my forehead then, my cheeks. So tender the gesture to breathe with you and relax. My left hand grabbed your shoulder so fast when you tried again. The noises that escaped my lips were uncontrollable, primal, sexy. Your crooked smile gave you away. You couldn't help yourself, you had to growl and pull my hair for more noise, feeding your starved inner wolf. " oh! Shit", broke free from my cords taunting the animal begging to be let loose. "Good Girl", was the only response given. 

And in my room, on my bed, in the afternoon light from my window, I came out loud for the first time. I could feel you inside me. 

I could hear you in my ear.

I could almost taste you on my lips.

                         I can't wait to see you.