Alanis
I didn't know I was starved until I got a taste of him again. I know it is a stretch to whine and complain of no sex for just one week but it feels like an eternity since he was inside me. Right now, I am not looking at him, because this is the only way we can do this without disturbing my stomach and I am okay with it but as he pounces into me, I grab his hands because I want to feel him, I want to know that this is affecting him as much as it is affecting me.
His hands are wonderful, strong, soft, and warm. He is holding me and I can feel his chest on my back, his heart beating in rhythm with mine.
I feel him and I let him feel me, I want him to know that I am here with him, I am all for him.
