(This is not my first story of this kind, but I will allow you to decide whether it's any good or not. I don't think it's the greatest. If you happen not to like it, I'm sorry you feel that way. Thanks for reading anyway!)
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I awoke with the instinctive knowledge that I was alone. My lover had left not too long ago for a work related trip. They kept him from me for as long as a month on rare occasions. Stephens' side of our bed was still warm and I cuddled in his body heat under the heavy bed cover.
I used to be saddened when he left me without saying anything, but eventually, I learned it was out of love. Stephen told me he hated my sad eyes to be the last thing he saw before leaving, so he decided not to wake me anymore. It was understandable. I too would rather be reminded of our goodbye from the night before then Stephen walking out, looking like he wasn't going to come back.
My body ached for his touch when I thought of his hands. I loved those hands. I loved to hold them, kiss them, watch them at work, or slide across my skin. He was careful and determined at the same time. Then Stephens' scent consumed me, and as I breathed deeply into his pillow, lying in his warmth, it felt like he was right beside me.
It sent me drifting into thoughts of our previous night together. They would be my comfort while alone for the next two weeks. It made me wet just to think of him. The way he filled me so deeply. How it felt like the first time, every time. He made me laugh and then cry within the same moment. My "true" love in every sense of the word. We fit together perfectly.
I trailed over my own body in a futile attempt to recreate his touch, and became increasingly aroused in remembrance of those hands and lips lingering over every inch of me. I could feel him pumping inside me as my imagination ran wild, fingers finding my throbbing clit, desperate to be touched. I always came hard when I thought of Stephen, and the things that he did to me. The way he made me feel, and how I loved to touch and pleasure him in return. Stephen was fun to tease.
I know it seems unrealistic to feel such, but all he has to do is look at me and I'm finished. Now, I'm not saying Stephen is perfect, we both have our fair share of problems. But who wants to dwell on that with memories like this...
"Theresa?"
"Yeah?" I responded.
"Will ya miss me?" Stephen asked, as if such a question was needed. He just liked hearing me say so.
"Of course, I hate it when you leave me. Although...it's nice to get rid of you sometimes." I tried to act serious, but couldn't hide a smile. It did happen to be true sometimes.
"Aye, it is good sometimes to be rid of ya." He smiled back, playing through the tips of my hair, sending shivers up my spine.
"Yes love, I'm sure it is. I do realize how much I need you when you're away. Plus, I always get some writing done too."
"Oh, you need me do ya?" He teased, shifting closer to me under the covers so I could feel his bare body against mine.
Stephen had always slept naked, and soon after we married I joined the "dark side" as he liked to call it. He was always so natural, and I enjoyed being this relaxed with him. Thinking on it now, I couldn't imagine sleeping any other way. Not to mention that our body heat kept us much warmer without clothes, in the cold weather. Of course, it always made getting out of bed in the morning a hassle, but it was worth it for the most part...
"Yes, I need you." I stated calmly, soaking up his warmth though my inquisitive finger tips.
"And what exactly do ya need from me?" Pressing his arm on the small of my back, he pulled me closer then I thought humanly possible. We meshed together, skin on skin, bone against bone.
"Just be here with me. That's all I need."
"That's all now is it? Well never mind what you need then. What do ya want?"
"You know what I want." Before I finished my sentence his cock stiffened slightly against my leg.
"Do I now?" He half chuckled.
"Someone does anyway." I smiled, grazing my hand over his length.
"Ooh, so that's what you want. Well, why didn't ya say so then?"
"I thought it was obvious." I laughed.
"Aye, ya don't have to ask for that never. I'm all yours, whenever ya want it." He kissed my lips, nose, and forehead, "So love, where do ya want it then?"
"Hmmm..." I pretended to think
"How about here." He said, tracing the outline of my lips, "In that pretty mouth of yours...no?" Stephen kissed them lightly, "Ah, I know, ya want me here." He grabbed my ass with both hands, engulfing each cheek with strong worked finger tips, "right between these cheeks, in that sexy arse of yours....Oh, I forgot. That's where I want it. Maybe later then." His cock expanded as he squeezed them together.
"Anything for you love." I replied in euphoria to the touch of his hands, his hot breath against my skin...and the thick tone of his voice.
"I do believe that every hole of yours will be filled before the night is through....Ah, which reminds me," He said in a sly manner, one hand creeping slowly towards my aching core. I held my breath in anticipation..."This is where ya want it first, isn't it?" He laughed as I gasped a moan in reply.
"No? Ya don't want it at all now? Ah, I'm tired anyway." He tortured me, removing his hand where it was so fervently welcome.
How he controlled himself was beyond me, as I was on the verge of cuming and he had barely even touched me..."Yes!" I answered frantically, "That's where I want it. Please now...I'm ready now!"
