All through the day, thoughts of you filled my mind. At times I caught myself drifting into a daydream, reliving last night’s erotic encounter, only to snap suddenly back to reality with that familiar ache between my legs. I was counting the hours and minutes until I could be with you again, though counting them only made them pass all the more slowly.
By the time I reached home, my eagerness to have you again was almost unbearable. I stripped naked to release the throbbing erection that had strained against my underwear for hours. I could have stroked myself and shot a thick load in seconds just thinking of you, but I resisted, knowing how worth the wait you are.
I jumped into the warm shower to ready myself—I liked to be clean for you. The room filled with steam as I lathered every inch of myself in soap, closing my eyes as I imagined running my hands all over you. I was thorough in my cleansing, my cock twitching and dripping in anticipation of your touch.
When I entered the bedroom, still patting myself dry with the towel, you were there waiting for me, ready for me. A smile crept across my face as my eyes devoured the sight of you. You never tired of giving me pleasure the likes of which I had never felt before. I lay down and took you in my hands, running my fingers lightly over you, hardly able to contain my desire to take you that second.
I reached across you to the bottle of lubricant and pumped a generous amount of the viscous fluid into my hand. I took my time, ensuring we were both ready for our carnal union. You glistened beautifully as we got into position, and I held my breath, trembling with need and expectation.
A long groan accompanied my exhalation as you pushed into me, stretching me wide open. I tightened around you, gripping you and drawing you in slightly, then relaxed to allow you to go deeper and deeper still. This is what I had longed for all day, to be filled by you once more, to feel you deep inside me.