That was the end

 DB moved far away. We tried to get together a few times. He got sick so we cancelled. And then the entire world got sick.

I'd just started seeing a new man. Not really my type. But I needed someone. "This isn't going to happen if you're a bad kisser" I warned him, not at all convinced this was a good idea.  Every time my mind wanders back to the marine I kissed, once; his tongue was a dead fish in my mouth, stuck into mine a hard, jutting muscle of stillness. 

Mark, it turns out, could kiss. And so it wasn't long before we were naked. I was still nervous. His mouth on my clitoris quickly broke through that feeling to bring up stronger, more pleasant sensations. 

Now, every time he invites me to spread my legs so he can run his tongue over that sensitive spot I find myself so grateful that I took a chance and that he is a good kisser. Better than I imagined, my pussy assures me as it starts to ache, remembering.

He knows me

"Do you want me naked or dressed?" he asked via text.

"Naked." I shot back.

When I got there, he didn't disappoint. Naked. Hard as a rock.

I threw myself at him, still dressed, wanting to feel him and taste his mouth. As quickly  as I could. I shed my dress, my bra, my leggings, quickly as naked as he was. I sucked his delightfully hard cock into my mouth. 

He lets me have my way with his body, enjoying the taste of his cock on my tongue before I move back up to kiss him deeply. I snuggle in close as his fingers slide between my pussy lips. He's learned to enjoy teasing me just a bit. His fingers make endless circles, not entering, just rubbing against the my opening. He's learned with a little bit of patience he can make me desperate this way, bucking my hips against him fighting for the orgasm I can feel building.