Longing

We sit in the car reconnecting. Gentle kisses and touches, hands entwined, Daniel kisses away my tears. We embrace desperately and he nuzzles my neck. Goosebumps cover my arms as his soft facial hair tickles my neck. Suddenly his teeth are nipping my neck, marking me, reminding me that I am his. In an instant the happy feeling in my tummy bleeds lower and creates a warm trail of sexual excitement that tingles between my legs. I giggle as his hand finds its way into my blouse, struggling to navigate the buttons and light chemise hiding underneath. My fingers, drawn like magnets, slide up his thigh to cup a handful of soft flesh though his jeans, palming his balls as he pinches my nipple. Moving slightly I increase the pressure to wrap my small hand around his hard cock. The outline is clearly visible through the thick fabric. His pants have become so tight that I can easily see the indentation that separates the head from the shaft. I playfully pinch the head, smiling at his sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth. I stroke him best as I can through his pants, my mouth watering, my panties drenched. We don't have time for more, but the fire is rekindled. The need for each other has not left. Hidden under the responsibilities of daily life, ignored, but never disappearing.