I wish you were here. I mean, I always wish that, my dear, but right now, I really wish you were here with me, kissing me, touching me, licking me, biting me, fucking me. I really want you.
If you were here, if we were alone, I would wait until you're nearly asleep, then I'd get out of bed and creep down the hallway in my pyjama pants and come into the lounge. I'd lie down next to you and kiss you, kiss you on the forehead, the nose, the cheeks and the lips. I'd kiss you softly, but you'd know how hungry I am by the way my breathing changed when you flick your tongue across my lips.
With just a night and a day together, I'd want to spend as much time with you as possible, making you feel as loved and desired as possible and to make you feel like you're floating. My conscience would be niggling in the back of my head, but all I could focus on would be you.
I'd kiss you for eternity, then pull back with a mischievous smile on my face, making you giggle.
I'd pull the quilt right back and scooch down to the end of the bed. I'd pick up your left foot and, resting one hand under your heel and the other under your calf, I'd bend down and kiss the top of your foot. Holding it gently, I'd run my tongue from your toe, up and over your foot to your leg, then I'd lift your foot and run my tongue along the bottom of it, until I reached your heel, where I'd gently run my teeth and nibble on the fleshy bit to make you squirm. I'd lift your leg further and run my tongue up the length of your calf, then kiss back down the front to your ankle, and then all the way around your ankle.
I love your legs, you know that. I'd take the time to massage them, placing your ankle on my shoulder and just softly but firmly rubbing my hands along your calf, shin, knee and (pushing under your pants) your thigh. I'd kiss your ankle as it rested next to my head and rub my cheek against your calf as I ran my hands around your beautiful, beautiful thigh.
I'd HAVE to kiss your knee, then lower my head and nuzzle behind your knee, pushing in with my nose and flicking my tongue, making you squirm and giggle.
At this stage, I'd gently lower your foot back to the bed and start on the right foot. Kissing, stroking, nuzzling, licking, nibbling every inch. Feeling your soft warm skin against my cheek, I'd be dying to suck on your toes, but I know that'd be too risky.