Remembering Him

Sitting in the overstuffed chair, my legs thrown over the arm, I sat sideways looking at my best friend. My eyes were worn out, red from crying. I missed him, I missed his face. The last few weeks seemed to drag on.

“What is it that you miss?” Kim asked, peering over her magazine.

She had been watching me as she flipped through the limp pages of her girlie magazine. Articles promising quick weight loss secrets and 100 ways to find your soulmate captivating her attention.

Looking at her, I let out a sigh before letting my eyes shift to the open window. My mind wondering back to when he was here.

His eyes lifted, meeting mine our gazes locked, pulling me in deeper, his eyes giving away everything. His lips parted mine, with a kiss that began so softly, so sweet. My excitement began to rise as his kiss deepened, his tongue probing, exploring. His shoulders covering me, shielding me from everything, anything. His arms encircling me, pulling me against his hard chest. I could feel his excitement overtaking him. The anticipation mounting.

His warm, moist kisses found my neck. He continued, lower, while his hands touched my skin, sending blazes of excitement through my body. I could feel his mouth find my nipples. Swirling his tongue, gently nibbling. Making them so hard and erect.

Loving the electricity it sent through my body, I couldn’t control the moans that escaped my lips. He continued to tease me before slowly making his way down to my navel, kissing and stroking my body.

Inhaling sharply, I felt his mouth find my sweetest spot. Covered by a tiny patch of hair that he gently rubbed his chin on, inhaling my scent as he looked up at me.

“You are so beautiful down here,” he murmured as his face tilted, slipping his warm, moist tongue between my legs. Flicking and probing. Tasting me and loving every moment of it. Feeling me swell as the anticipation and pleasures mounted. He flicked his tongue harder, faster. Greedily taking in my juices as he mastered his technique.

Moaning, I could hardly stand it any longer. The sweet sensation of his insatiable desire to taste me. My back began to arch as I no longer was able to keep from cumming. Sending my body into a sensational repetition of orgasms. He clutched my hips and continued, faster and harder, making sure he had every last drop of my sexual juices.

Finally finishing, he slid up to me and kissed me gently as I laid in a haze of satisfaction and desire, desire for him. Our kisses became more persistent. Long and hard, I felt his tongue deep in my mouth, searching.

As I returned the same eagerness, I could feel his throbbing penis through the thin material of his shorts, and reaching down, I began to stroke him. Encouragingly, he slipped off his shorts. Now we both laid exposed under the moon.

Running my hands over his naked flesh, I inhaled his masculine scent. Feeling his every curve, every muscle. His muscle-filled chest and ripped core. All the way down until my hand found his throbbing cock. I could feel the heat and the intensity of his desire. Stroking it as I moved my way down, past his navel, returning the favor. Slipping him into my mouth, stroking him, sucking him, running my hand along the length of his huge penis. He was so hard!

I felt his strong hands on my shoulders as he pulled me up and guided me onto his lap. Straddling him, I felt him throbbing, parting my lips as he slipped inside me, stretching me as he plunged deep inside me. I began to rock back and forth, riding him. Slow at first, then faster, harder. The moon offered enough light so I could see the tension on his face as he neared climax. He reached and rubbed my nipples as they stood erect, enjoying his attention. The pleasure mounted as we made love until we both shuddered as we climaxed; trying not to wake the neighboring homes with our moans of delight.

Laying in each other's arms, we stayed on the beach under the moon, holding each other; both totally spent.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, into my ear.

I only moaned in response. Because at that moment, life was perfect. Feeling him in my arms, having his love. For that moment I was in heaven; wishing it could stay like this forever.

“So?” Kim asked, peering over the top of her magazine.

“What?” I responded, startled.

“What is it that you miss about him?” she persisted.

I shrugged, while the smile flitted across my lips.