My dick twitches from his touch, even with a layer of fabric between us. I yearn for him, ache for him. I've missed him, being intimate with him, for so long.

He is my everything.

His laugh almost makes me groan, the vibration of it through his chest echoing into my back. He kisses along my neck, and I angle my head so he can find more skin, his mouth settling low on my throat, near my shoulder.

I suck in a small breath through my teeth when he drags my zipper down. I wish I could participate in this more with my hands, but the fact that he is guiding this, is seeking to give me pleasure as I am seeking to be his pleasure, means worlds to me.

He's come back to me.