For Hannah - What I did today

I made myself come, hard, today.
I touched myself for almost an hour, edging. Stroked myself up and down,
alternating between light pressure and gripping my cock hard,
my hand easily sliding along its length, the lube sticky and slippery and fucking
wonderfully warm on my hands, between my fingers.
I was thinking of you, looking you in the eyes, as I came.
It was your hand, pulling me towards you, guiding me into you as your legs wrapped around my waist.
It was your lips parting across the head of my cock, your tongue undulating along my center.
I slid my hands along your hips, pulling you closer onto me, watching you as the sensations took you by surprise.
It was your eyes that held my gaze at the moment of my orgasm;
in your eyes, I was deep inside you.
It was the pictures you sent me; I lost control.
I see you from behind, nude, fresh from the shower, and I want to take you back into that shower and show you how wet you could really be.
I see you meeting my eyes, your pose confident, your black lingerie clinging to every curve I want to trace with my tongue, every bit of you I want to taste, and I hold your stare as I bring myself over the edge, my knees locking and then buckling, my breath catching in ragged gasps as my fantasy tells me what you might feel like, wrapped around my cock, both of us locked and frozen, twitching together, every contact electric and sweaty and dirty and joyful and perfect.
I feel myself getting hard again.
I'll be thinking of you.
You should think of me.