We touch each other in different ways. Sometimes it's his voice that wraps around my head or holds onto my heart with every word he says.
Sometimes it's the space around us as we sit in the back seat and talk about everything, making us closer than when we had sex.
Sometimes it's his hands as they grab at my thighs to pull them apart or run up my sides, grazing over bite marks and bruises. Or when his hand wraps around my neck and he pushes me against the inside of the car and calls me pretty things.
Sometimes it's his eyes, as he looks at me and engulfs me in his stare. His brown eyes making me feel hypnotized and like they're touching my soul, like he can see every inch of me and read all the thoughts I have.
We're close friends, we talk about everything that's on our minds, on our hearts. We've laughed and almost cried together and I've never felt closer to him in those moments.
We leave marks on each other and laugh about them later, the marks I leave on his shoulders and sides get puffy while mine turn to a dark red or purple. Mine lasts for days while his last for a short while, but he still enjoys them.
Sex is suppose to be fun and I've never had this much fun, I've never laughed so much than when I'm with him, the way we throw jokes and him saying "fuck" while stifling a giggle and me trying to hide my laughter from the otherwise serious moment.
I adore how fast he bounces back from giggling to shoving his dick in and out me and pulling my hair, whispering things like "moan for me baby girl" or "I wanna make you scream like the slut you are"
I've never been vocal during sex but with him my voice is free, I'm vocal in saying I want more, how good he feels and how deep he goes. I tell him to fuck me like his little slut and he does just that. Sometimes throwing me to the front of the car and having me get on all fours, the way his hands grab at my hips like he's holding on for dear life. He hits places I never knew were there and it makes me feel like I'm jelly in his hands. In between positions we go at each other like we didn't just fuck two days ago, like we're hungry for each other, mouths going all over each other. He licks my neck and then bites it, sometimes my whole neck is bruised but there are no hickies. When it gets like that he always tries to choke me or press on the bruises, and nobody will know why he's doing it except for us two. Nobody else knows what he does to me when we're alone, the way he almost worships my body and the way he speaks to me with care laced in his voice. The little kisses he leaves around my neck and the way he bites my lip when we kiss. Lately it's felt like we've been making love instead of fucking, the way he slowly thrusts into me, carassing my sides and chest, kissing me so lightly it makes me go crazy. He makes me go crazy. With everything he does to my body, soul, mind and heart. The way he says he adores me and how much he wants me, the way we tease each other in public and then run away to fulfil our needs for each other in private.
I like the moments we share after sex though, the way he runs his hands up and down my stomach, making me feel like my body isn't flawed. Sometimes he comes over and lays with me, his head on my chest and my hands coming up to play with his hair. And then the deep talks we have afterwards where we expose our hearts to each other and taken them as they are.
I treasure what we have, the closeness and the bonds we share. I adore every inch of him and the time we share together. He's the second person to really accept who I am in this world, flaws and all. And I appreciate him so much for that.
