You have always been the one I have felt the closest to. Other arms have held me, stroked my hips, kissed my lips, pushed into me with swelling fulfillment.
None can touch me like you can however. The sweet sting of your hand across my ass reduces me to a writhing, screaming mess…

but I love every minute of it.

I love it.

I love it without question.

I love your fingers on my clit, pushing harder than just a simple stroke that makes me scream and moan and clutch the pillows, clutch your arms, dig my nails in the scarred skin of your shoulders.

I love it.

I love your kiss- the way it was never gentle, never questioning when we made love. You always managed to possess me with your kiss. Your tongue commanded me to writhe against you, push my opened legs closer to yours. Grind my hips into yours.
I love the way you marked my neck with your teeth, teased my nipples into pain so sweet that I hurt for days afterward, pounded my hips until they were sore and bruised, left my bottom tingling from your touch, my lips aching from your kiss.

More than all of those things however, I loved it most of all when you would grab my hips and flip me over, and slide one of your long, thin fingers into my asshole, gently probe until my little creased button opened gently, like a blooming flower, so you could fit more of your fingers. One. Two. Three. Four. Pounding into me. Practically fisting me. Making me scream. Me frantically rubbing my clit and panting so hard I nearly hyperventilated. Then, when I was about to come, you would remove your fingers, and slide your delicious rod into my willing asshole. I would softly moan from the feeling. You would pummel my ass with your dick until you came, and reduce me into an exhausted mess. Sometimes, if I was really lucky, you would pull me to you, put me over your knees, and flail me with the palm of your hand until I screamed your name.
If I had been a really good girl, and by good I mean bad, you would give me the ultimate treatment. First, you would kiss me hard until I clung to you. Then, you would move to my cheeks, my nose, my chin, my neck, and my collarbone. You’d kiss my breasts, tormenting my nipples the way I love- the way that only you know how to do, the way that you would tease one nipple with your teeth and tongue while pressing the other one into my breast with the pad of your thumb. Then you would kiss pass my breasts to my hips, my pussy, which I always shaved fresh for you, and to my clit, which you would tease with your wonderful tongue.