I texted M yesterday.
if you’re gentle and quick can we pleeeeeease do it tonight? i miss your skin on my skin
And when he came to bed, he asked if I still wanted skin to skin time. Of course I said yes. We undressed and he attached his mouth to my left nipple in some indescribable way that produced some kind of direct current of lust straight to every cell in my body. Somehow we fitted ourselves together in an odd pretzel-y position, but the goal was reached. I keep thinking that no sensation when he’s fucking me can ever be topped and he constantly proves me wrong.
In 20 minutes it was done but, hell, it was a loving, healing, HOT, spectacular 20 minutes.