When I returned, your regular breaths told me you were asleep. Blowjob sex The second quake is upon me; it flows up from my sex and through my torso. You are insistent, pulling my arms up above my head until you can hold my thin wrists in just one of your large hands. You stripped out of your clothes and laid there beside me, taking me in and breathing in the musky scent of our sex. Oh, and when it comes, you feel it, you feel my thighs and abdomen tense up. Your hands on your hips, you allowed me to unbuckle and unbutton your linen slacks. I knew your need, I knew it primarily from your texts, the tension in the lines, the firmness and resolution in your decisions.
