What I Think About When I Close My Eyes

We haven't seen each other in six years. Now both married with kids and we find ourselves in this hotel room.

I stand behind you, and we are facing the mirror. My left arm around your chest pulling you tight into me. Your back pressed against me, your bum against my cock.

My right hand slips under your skirt, as I feel your wet lips. I stroke your pussy, your hot wet pussy. All the while pulling you into me, my arm around your neck as my other hand strokes you. The vision of you in the mirror eyes closed, breathing heavily. My left hand I slip under your top, exposing your small breast. Gripping you. I need your flesh.

"There. Don't stop. Please" you beg.

I can feel your breathing on my cheek, as my fingers stroke you. You're soaking wet. I can't believe I finally have you again.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." You're whimpering.

My hand grips your neck.

I want you so much.

I feel your body convulse against me. Eyes closed, mouth open. Your head falls forward but I pull you back up, I want to see you. I want to hold this picture of you in the mirror.

I still remember. Your face, your words, your wet.

I miss you.