DEAR L

Marks of Longing and Love

LISA

I am not mad. I just want to give her a little space for now. But of course, we won't let the night end arguing or having a little misunderstanding. Maybe that's one of our secrets before. We never give too much space away from each other. We don't want to get used to being away, but life sucks and it happened for long years.

As I am breathing some air here at the balcony, she came over and I felt her hand caressing my waist. Up to my chest and down to my abdomen. She even brought her hand inside my shirt and I really felt her warm skin. She never stopped until the moment she hugged me so tight. 

I felt her kisses on my shoulder and nape. She keeps doing it on my back. Those kisses that melt my heart in an instant. 

"I am sorry. I was driven by my emotions." She whispered.

"I understand, Jen. It's okay." I said while turning my head and she kissed my lips.

But what made me close my eyes was when her hands travelled down to my crotch and the other on my thigh. 

Damn.

She started rubbing me slowly.

I suddenly remembered the first time I touched here right here at the balcony before.

Jennie is my strength. But her touches make me so weak. I held her hand to face her as I let her hold my nape. 

"Please don't stop yourself expressing what you feel. I totally understand." I said. But my lips are already brushing on her lips while I talk. 

"Make love to me, Lisa." And that's so sexy.

We found ourselves inside the room. On bed. So in love and naked. We couldn't take our eyes off of each other. 

I love looking at her body, inspecting it like I want every inch of her. She's lying while here I am captivated by her fragrance that made me kiss every corner of her nakedness. 

Her body arched when my lips reached her knees. And she whimpered when I slowly licked her thigh. 

But I want to kiss her lips more. I want to see her eyes in every touch I give. And so I did. How in love I am seeing this beautiful woman wanting all of me for her. Not just my kisses but my warm love that has always been her favorite pleasure.

My tongue freely entered her mouth and tasted her gently. God. My woman is now here with me. This is real. 

I couldn't control my movement. I am already rubbing her below and my tip felt how wet she is. So, my fingers went their way down. I want to touch her beauty that brings warmth all over my body. And the moment my finger got soaked inside her, there I heard those sweet whimpers I missed.

"Lisa. Hmmm. I love you." Her voice is like crying but I know this is a beautiful one. 

How can this lady bring out my hot desires every time I look at her whenever I shove her down there. Jennie is so wet. So wet that I really want to be inside her world now. But she is still owning the moment of pleasure. She loves being touched like this. She feels like she's the prettiest woman that ever existed in my sight when my hand is doing the right thing below and that soon will make her reach her end line. 

She is still my Jennie when we make love. I like those sexy sighs, loud moans and honest demands. I love how she is so open to what she wants me to do to her. That's us. We never lie in sex. We always tell each other what we want. We do it wholeheartedly.

When she tells me to fuck her harder, who am I to refuse? Yes, she is asking me to do it now. All the signs were there. She's pushing my head more closer to her pussy. Yes, and that's the sign too that I have to taste her through my tongue.