A letter I wrote

Having an unrequited love issue with a lady , I wrote a letter I never sent. Writing helps relieve some of the tension and makes it easier to behave around her. Thought I'd share.

Sweetest,
I would love to wake up with you , snuggled against your back , my arms enfolding you and my face against your neck. The scent and feel of your hair making me feel intoxicated.
I wake already aroused and begin to slowly , softly , slide my hand over your breasts , my palm making slow circles over your nipples. As they swell and harden I kiss your neck , lightly tease your ear with my tongue. Gently brushing my tongue tip down your neck I guide your leg up over my thighs and you lean back into me. I move my cock down and lay it against your now-wet flower , letting it lay along the folds. As the length of the shaft parts your sweet lips I move against you , easing the head slowly back and forth over your swelling bud , feeling it harden against my burning flesh.
I brush my fingers over your body , your tummy , inside your thighs , up across the wonder of your beautiful breasts. Slow...My hand slips back down , caressing the ripe mound above your now soaking passion. I press my straining cock against your clit with my fingers and move it back and forth , firm , but not fast. My liquid runs from the tip and adds to the slickness of your succulent fruit.
I hold you tighter against my chest , my lips and tongue covering your neck , your ear , your shoulder. I press harder against you but do not increase the speed of my actions. I continue until you come , whispering of my love for you as you feel me pulsing with each beat of my heart.
Then my hips pull back just far enough to place the glistening head against your opening. I ease in , so slowly , firmly. My hands go back to brushing across all of your silky flesh I can reach , until the arm under you curls up and pulls you back against me again , the hand fascinated with your beautiful breasts , the nipples , marveling at the weight of them.
My other hand is between your open thighs , the heel of my palm against your clit and my fingers seperated around the slow piston of my cock. I touch everywhere , a fingertip exploring the folds . My fingertip finds your clit and moves over and around it , circles , following the rythm of my hardness in you. I'm pressing against your firm bud harder , not faster.
You tell me you're there , your release is beginning. I whisper of my love and desire for you in your ear as I feel your body climax. Your honey covers me , making my thighs slick. Knowing you're coming explodes in me , I hold you so tight against me , but do not increase the speed. My cock swells even more , the head flaring deep inside you as my cum pours into you , filling you. Our wetness mixes and floods us , covering my tight sack and flowing down over your ass. Pulse after pulse pumps my seed into you and my body tingles. I feel the satin of your skin against me and feel my cock pound all the way up inside me , the spasms reaching back almost to my ass.
Small , soft kisses across your neck , a whispered "I love you" in your ear , and we fall back asleep , still inside you , holding you close , the scent of you filling my head....