Kitten,

Every time has been wonderful, and I can’t honestly identify a part that’s the best part or my favorite part. I love every moment of it — but then I would, since I get to decide what we’ll do every moment of it.

I needed you to kneel for me. I needed to feel your lips pressed against my stomach, to see you open your mouth for me as I tangled my fingers in your hair. I’ve thought of it endlessly over the last several days — thought of it, and ached for it.

And your orgasms, Kitten. They excite me more than you can know, and I never tire of holding you, thrusting into you, and telling you what to do as you get close to coming. I wish you always came with my cock in you, in your mouth or your pussy or your ass.

But our lovemaking, my dear little Kitten, was particularly wonderful. I loved how it caught you by surprise when I entered you — I thought surely you knew what I was about to do, but perhaps you were still hazy from the orgasm you’d just had. It was beautiful, Kitten, the way you seemed lost in it, almost overwhelmed by the intensity. I almost pushed you to the edge of the bed so that your head hung over, just to see your body strained so delightfully. But I wanted to do all sorts of things to you then: push you on to your side, fold your legs up to your chest, push you to your stomach. And still, nothing seemed better than what we did, than just having you lying beneath me, your breasts pressed against me, my body driving yours into the bed.

Next time, Kitten, I’ll slowly drive my cock into your ass. I’ll have you on top of me, on your back, my fingers in your pussy, while you cry out with the intensity of it. But this time was perfect.

You were perfect.

I love you, Kitten.

YOUR Querido