1. A Date with Jack

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Hi there, love. I'm leaving you this message because in the two days that have passed since you left for your trip, the memories of you are functionally non-stop. When you're not here, this house is filled with an absence of you.

Not simply not hearing your voice or not seeing your face, it's more that it resonates with the lack of you. Solitude is nice and all, but when you come back home, I will be very happy to see you. However, that's not the point of this message.

The point of this message is to tell you that I've been missing you and to explain to you how you've been coming to mind. I've been thinking about the night before you left. Needing to get up early, getting everything packed and ready, and then going to bed like we normally did.

Should have fallen asleep. Likely would have had we not rolled over and locked eyes with each other. And it was that moment when I knew there wasn't going to be a lot of sleep.

You had to leave for a week and I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. And when you looked at me, I knew you weren't going to either. We jumped each other, you leaping on top of me in the bed, both of us laughing, rolling over and over, fighting temporarily even for a space of dominance with one another.

It was fun and joyful, laughing with us, giggling and growling alternately at one another. I could feel the reverberation of that intensity, of that need, as it pushed through my chest. Your own gentle and still very hot growls just echoing through my skin.

I remember climbing on top of you, nipping at your neck, running my tongue along the edge of your jaw before kissing you hard, when you finally pushed me off and spread your legs in that way that just drives me absolutely fucking insane. And I knew this was not going to be a simplistic time of making love. We were going to fuck.

You were going to take it, just like you wanted, just like you needed, and I was going to fuck you, just like I needed, just like I liked it. Your legs spread, toes pointed at the very outer edges, and I leaned over, planted a kiss on your lips and thrust into you at the same time, burying myself in you. You almost screamed in my ear and I could feel your pussy clench around me, feel the movement as I started pounding into you.

No hesitation, no waiting, just pure fucking animal need. You laughed not thirty seconds in, legs wrapping around the back of me, holding on for dear life, grabbing my face, grinning, a grin that was almost you and so much the animal that needed this, before putting your fingers on either side of my cheeks, pulling me in close, kissing me like you were about to suck my tongue out of my head, and then almost growling at me, come on, fuck me harder. You know when you give me some sort of statement like that, it's going to fucking happen.

I pissed into my cock in and out of you, fucking you as hard as I knew you wanted, your moans and screams answering me perfectly, feeling the swell of your body, feeling your muscles clenching around me, feeling your arms grip me hard and tightly, your nails raking down my back and over my arms as every single inch of me pounded into you over and over again. You grabbed my hair, and then my shoulder, then my arm, then reached up and pushed my chest from underneath, moving me away from you to better see my face, looking down at you, grinning and groaning in the same time, before you screamed right in my face, come on, fuck me, fuck me harder, give me everything you fucking got. And I did.

Every ounce of my strength, every bit of my intensity, every moment that I had waited for this from the last time, every iota of passion and need and love that I feel for you, driving into you over and over again. This was fucking, this was the release that we needed, this was the moment of parting, the celebration of everything that comes before it, the acknowledgement that when you come back it's going to be ten times what it is right now. I could feel how fucking wet your pussy was, I could feel how hard my cock was sliding into you, I could feel your fingernails on my back, I could feel your skin pressed up against mine, I could hear your breathing in my ear, I could feel your breath across my neck and face, your legs pulling me in closer with every single movement, your arms holding onto me as though you were clinging to the edge of a cliff.

Until you came. The moment that you came, you screamed, the sound ringing in my ears, my entire body responding immediately in kind, every ounce of me emptying myself as you flooded over me. It was perfect, my cum poured into you as yours poured over my cock.

Our bodies were locked together, muscles clenched in the midst of orgasm, panting, sweat dripping down, breath ragged, eyes closed, holding that moment, every sensation in both of us passing from one to the other. And then I started laughing, and so did you, the sound rising up, filling the space that had just been taken by our orgasm. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed, your legs untangling from around my waist, removing the fingernails that I only then realized had been digging into my shoulders, and your arms fell back, your legs relaxing into the bed, as I, grinning, rolled off of you.

I collapsed, and I remember looking into your eyes as you laughed, and I laughed with you, knowing now that there was maybe 30 minutes until we had to get up and head to the airport. So that's what I've been thinking about. I've been thinking about you.

I've been thinking about your body. I've been thinking about your smile, and your laugh, and those fucking growls that you make right before you jump at me. And I know it's going to be another five days at least until you arrive home, and that's fine.

What it does is gives me just a little more time to plan. Because you see, my love, when you get home, there's a plan waiting for you, and I think you're going to like it quite a bit. In the meantime, enjoy your trip.

Have fun doing whatever it is that you're doing out there, and when you think of me, come really fucking hard. I know that's what I'll be doing.