Slightly Fresh.

The cold bed.
The sound of the A.C. making the room cold.
My nipples harder than ever.
I want the feeling of another man's body on top of me.
Digging my hands and nails into his back.
Feeling the sweaty friction of stomach to stomach.
The heavy breathing, the sweat dripping from his forehead to my chest.
The biting, the sucking, the slapping.
I want the feeling of losing control when he grabs my wrists and puts them over my head.
I want him to grab them with one hand and use the other one to squeeze my inner thigh.
The sounds of panting, grunting.
The scent of freshly showered skin, turning to outdoorsy sweaty skin is what I'm craving most.
I'm frustrated because my urge is so overwhelming.
Grabbing his ass each time, clenching with each stroke.
The view from the top makes my nipples hard.
Watching him dip in, dip out.
Kissing each of the stars down my right side.
Slow, slow, slower each kiss and each pause makes my reflexes go out of control.
I'm ticklish, and with each kiss on the lips makes a little bit more come out.
The turning and moving of my balls get tighter and tighter, ready for the orgasm.
I want you to push real hard in the small of my back, one thumb on each back dimple.
Go slow, go fast.
UGH.
FUCK.