I Miss

I miss looking into his eyes and giving him that look.
I miss moving in close
I miss that moment when you catch your breath, wet your lips and close your eyes right before the first kiss
I miss the soft sigh of joy when our lips touch
I miss running my hands up his sides, around his neck and through his hair during the kiss
I miss feeling his arms come around me, pulling me closer into him
I miss pulling back a bit from the kiss to kiss along his jaw line and to just press my cheek against his
I miss the deep breath and the feeling of contentment of just standing there, holding each other, cheek to cheek and just breathing
I miss the smell of a man
I miss the feeling of wanting to be so close to him that I could crawl inside his skin and stay there
I miss wanting to please him and being pleased in return
I miss the sound of his heartbeat
I miss taking his shirt off and laying my hands on his chest, feeling the heat of his skin with my palms, of using the back of my fingers  to slowly run down his chest to his stomach, around his naval and pack up to his chest and with the tips of my fingers, brush lightly across his nipples
I miss the feel and texture of his chest hair against my hands
I miss watching him close his eyes and breathe deeply when I explore his chest with hands then to replace my hands with my mouth
I miss looking up at him, with that sly little half smile, when I hover over a nipple, not quite touching it but close enough that he can feel my hot breath
I miss teasing and taunting him with little licks and nibbles and kisses as I roam over his chest and belly
I miss the awkwardness of undressing each other.. the bumping of heads when we go to kiss, unsure of who is tilting their head this way or that
I miss the full contact made between a man and woman when they embrace.
I miss the feel of his skin touching mine. The way the hair on his legs lightly scratches up against mine.
I miss the feel of his chest pressed tightly to mine, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes making his chest hair tickle my nipples, making them pucker and beg to be touched
I miss the way his whole body stiffens the first time my hand curls around his cock
I miss the low guttural sounds a man makes when my hand more firmly strokes down his shaft then slowly back up
I miss the way his every muscle locks up in anticipation when I kiss my way down his chest, stopping to tease his naval with the tip of my tongue
I miss hearing his breath catch as I move lower and lower, feeling his skin break out with goose bumps are I near the one place he wants me to touch
I miss looking up at him, meeting his eyes and seeing the want and need in his eyes
I miss seeing the sweat pop out along his forehead, the way he slightly sways nearer to me when I take his balls in my hand and ever so gently caress them
I miss hearing the near relief in the way he releases the pent up air he’d been holding in while I was taking my time
I miss the hissing intake of his breath when I finally reach his cock with my mouth and place the lightest of kisses gently on the head of his now throbbing cock
I miss the way his whole body quivers when I reach out to taste him with my tongue
I miss seeing his hand curl and flex into fists when I don’t move fast enough for him but take my time in exploring the contours of his cock
I miss swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before tilting my head a bit sideways so I can lick his cock fully down the underneath side, feeling him grow harder and pulse beneath my touch
I miss the way his knees almost buckle when I do finally take the head of his cock between my lips and suck gently
I miss slowly working my way down his cock and using my tongue to massage the nerve on the underside of his cock while I suck harder and slide back up to the head
I miss bringing him almost to the verge of losing all control
I miss the passion behind his kiss when I stand up to kiss him deeply
I miss the way his hands feel on my skin, the way his hands move over my ribs, over my stomach, up my chest to cup my breasts
I miss the way his fingers play with my nipples, lightly pinching them and the way my breasts fit perfectly into his hands
I miss stumbling over to the bed only to just flop down on it in a tangle of limbs
I miss the way he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world and that I’m made just for him
I miss the soft sigh that escapes me when he’s kissing the side of my neck, throat, and collarbone as he works his way to my breasts
I miss arching up and pressing myself into him when he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, teasing it, playing with it with his lips and tongue
I miss the tug and pull it has on my inner core each time he gently bites my nipple then kisses way the bite
I miss the way his hand then sweeps down my side and pushes between us to seek out my now moist pussy
I miss the way I bite my lower lip when his hand finds my clit and he softly strokes it, matching the way he strokes me to the way he kisses me
I miss the feel of his smile against my lips as we kiss and he strokes me firmer and faster
I miss the feel of every inch of my skin feeling like its burning wherever he touches me
I miss feeling him settle himself between my thighs
I miss the feel of the head of his cock just at the entrance of my pus
I miss the way I stretch as he pushes himself into me
I miss the feeling of being full
I miss reaching up to him, pleading with my eyes for him to lean down and kiss me
I miss the feel and weight of him as he is lying on top of me, of the full body contact between us
I miss whispering in his ear how much love him and feeling him fully inside me and then begin to move
I miss wrapping my legs around his waist and using the heels of my feet on his ass to hold him deeply firmly inside me
I miss flexing my inner muscles around his engorged cock
I miss the way we breathe together as we move together
I miss our sweat slicked skin gliding against each other as we both move
I miss the little sounds we make in the back of our throats as we push and pull each other towards the bliss we know is coming
I miss the buildup I feel inside as I get closer and closer to my climax
I miss the tightening in the pit of my stomach as I get closer and closer
I miss the sudden spread of warmth throughout my being when I do finally reach that apex and tumble over into the abyss
I miss the sounds he makes as he reaches that pinnacle with me
I miss him collapsing on top of me totally spent and drained, too boneless to move
I miss him laying his head in the crook of my neck while I trace his spine with my fingertips
I miss the feel of the leftover muscle spasms we both have afterwards
I miss the silence as we just be
I miss resting my chin and cheek on the top of his head as he lays there catching his breath
I miss drifting off into sleep curled up next to him, wrapped up in each other

There is a difference between just having sex and making love. Sex is just something a person does to get off but making love is on another level altogether. I miss making love, not sex.  I miss all the little things.