Missing you

I miss the tension that crackles through the air when I’m near you. 

I miss the way you strip off your clothes presuming sex is not so much a given as a need. 

I miss the way you tell me to sit on your face.

I miss you moving my body this way and that to position me how you like it.

I miss the feel of your cock sliding inside me. 

I miss biting hard on your nipples.

I miss you fucking me hard.

I miss your bear growl as you cum, guttural, animal, sexy.