So much time has passed since I last felt your skin against mine, since I was able to kiss your soft lips. Last night was something I never expected to happen, the way our argument turned into something else. I craved your touch so much; I craved touching you. I missed being able to kiss the inside of your thighs, being able to brush my tongue against places that belong to me. I longed hearing you moan my name, I was dying to feel your legs locked perfectly around me. I was desperate to make your body jerk back and forth. I honestly hate arguing with you, but, I must admit I love how our yelling and argument turned into moaning and touching.
