Raw Hunger's Echo

My Darling,

I dreamed of you—of us—again last night. The desire, the need was the same, but the dream was different; more urgent, more primal. And much, much less gentle. This time you pulled me to you, your hands exploring roughly, almost desperately, claiming every inch of me. Insistent kisses bruised my lips and stole my breath, your mouth hungrily exploring my throat, grazing my flesh with your teeth, rough stubble scratching at my skin. A rumbling growl of frustration escaped your lips when your path was barred by my shirt. This time clothes are not a teasing promise of hidden delights; they are a barrier to be tugged at, torn away, discarded.

Fabric tore and buttons flew as you yanked at my shirt, ripping the front open and yanking it out of your way. The cuffs were fitted, with tiny fiddly buttons holding them tight to my wrists, so you settled for pulling the shirt as far down my arms as you could, leaving my arms pinned to my side. It was only now that you seemed to notice that I was not wearing a bra. With my arms immobilized from the elbows down and pinned behind my back by the shredded remains of my shirt, my breasts were thrust forward, nipples hard and aching for your touch.

Your mouth traveled as if on instinct to explore the exposed flesh. Your usually playful nips and nibbles were hungry, almost desperate. The flashes of sweet pain as your teeth teased my nipples were strangely arousing, sending blood rushing to my already soaking wet pussy, and I groaned and ground against you, searching for the extra touch of pressure against my clit that I knew would make me cum.

My nipples were rock hard now, throbbing and pulsing in a way I had never experienced before, and just the movement of the air across them was enough to send a new pulse of desire shooting through my core. I writhed desperately as I teetered on the edge of orgasm. A low moan escaped my lips as you gripped my hips, pulling me closer, your thumbs digging into my lower back. The pressure intensified, building the heat, pushing me further into the brink. You shifted your weight, your muscles straining against my pinned arms, searching for the right angle, the perfect point of contact. Your tongue darted in and out, tasting the salty sweat on my skin, fueling the fire within me. My breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale a desperate plea for release. I could feel the tension building, the muscles in my pelvis tensing, ready to explode. The scent of your arousal, mixed with my own, filled the air, intoxicating and overwhelming. You dug your fingers into my thighs, digging deeper, pulling me closer still, demanding more. I arched my back, trying to escape your grasp, but you held firm, unrelenting in your pursuit. You worked your way along my abdomen, your calloused hands leaving a trail of heat and sensation. The rhythmic pulsing of your body against mine intensified the feeling, making me lose control, surrendering to the overwhelming desire. A shudder racked my body as you increased the pressure, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating the release, the ultimate surrender. Then, with a final, powerful thrust, you broke through, and the world exploded in a torrent of pleasure. I screamed, a primal cry of pure ecstasy, as every nerve ending in my body ignited. You continued your assault, relentless in your efforts to prolong the experience, your hands exploring every inch of my sensitive flesh. The rhythmic pounding of your body against mine echoed in my ears, a symphony of sensation that drowned out all other thoughts. You shifted your weight once again, adjusting your grip, seeking new points of contact. Your lips grazed my clitoris, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. The pleasure intensified, spiraling out of control, consuming me entirely. I clung to you, desperate to hold on to the feeling, to prolong the ecstasy. You responded in kind, digging your fingers into my hips, pulling me closer, pushing me further into the brink. The heat was unbearable, the sensation overwhelming, but I welcomed it, craving every moment of this intense pleasure. As you continued your assault, I lost all sense of self, dissolving into the pure, unadulterated joy of the moment. Finally, as the waves of pleasure began to subside, you slowly released your grip, allowing me to catch my breath. You stood over me, panting, your chest heaving, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and exhaustion. You looked down at me, a small smile playing on your lips, before reaching down and gently pulling my shirt down further, exposing more of my trembling body. The scent of arousal still clung to the air, a reminder of the intense pleasure we had just shared. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against my ear, whispering words of love and lust before finally taking me into your arms. The world faded away as we moved together, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies. The feeling of your body pressed against mine was a welcome comfort, a soothing balm after the intensity of our encounter. Your touch was gentle, yet firm, guiding me back to reality. We lay there for a long time, tangled in each other's arms, savoring the lingering pleasure and the shared intimacy. Then, as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, you slowly pulled away, breaking the connection that had held us together. You brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, your eyes filled with tenderness and affection. You whispered, "I'll see you soon, my love," before turning and walking out the door. I lay there, alone in the stillness of the room, my body aching, my mind racing, the memory of our passionate encounter playing over and over in my head. A wave of longing washed over me, a desperate desire to be reunited with you, to once again experience the intense pleasure we had shared. The wait would be long, but I knew, deep down, that it would be worth it. For the thought of you, the memory of our time together, was already enough to ignite the fire within me. And so, I shall wait, frustrated, until I see you again… Even if only in my dreams. But until then, my love, sweet dreams xxxxx.

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