You know that kind of sex where the next day your body aches afterwards? Where you can feel it in your abs because of how often you held yourself in a certain position and the ache in your hips reminds you of how he spread your legs over and over again to bury his dick in you. That the muscles in your lower back feel tight because of how you arched your spine so he could pound into you.
The kind of sex that leaves you marked; Bruises on your neck and across your chest, left behind by a mixture of bites and rough fingers holding you down and the red hot sting of the palm of his hand connecting with the flesh of your arse. One intense strike that makes your breath leave your body in a hiss and the next day when you look in the mirror you can see the red lines left behind in that moment by his fingers. You trail your fingertips across the shadow of his touch to find that not only can you see where made you burn but your can still feel it too, the skin a little raw, a little tender. Ahhh it aches so good.
I want that. I want you to make me ache again. I want you to be rough and brutal. To haul me around, hold me down, drag from the bed and push me to my knees, bruise my lips with the intensity of your kiss, watch my eyes as you fill my mouth with your thick cock and weave your fingers through my hair so you can fuck my face how you like it.
The thought of it makes me ache. But this is a different type of ache. This ache sits between my thighs, a hot pulse of need that nestles in my cunt and makes me shift in my seat. The thought of you, makes me reach into my knickers, dipping my fingers into my folds, sliding them into me and feeling my cunt tighten around them as I remember all the ways you made me ache.