Worth the Wait

I sit straddling his lap, both of us still fully clothed, making out like teenagers. His hands under my shirt, lazily stroking my back, nails scratching lightly down my spine before resting on my hips and moving around my front, to slide up and cup my breasts. My moan was audible in his mouth as his fingers pinched my nipples. I wasn’t wearing a bra just so he could have this easy access to my body. Whenever he was around I craved his touch, needed it like I needed breath in my lungs. I needed to touch him, feel him real and solid in front of me, know that he was really there and I wasn’t dreaming. 

I felt his hard cock straining against the zipper, grinding into that sensitive soft spot between my legs. A lacy scrap of cloth was the only barrier to my core, my skirt pushed up around my hips, freeing my legs. It was these moments I cherished: feeling him against me, touching, kissing, knowing the need and passion was mutual. I knew he wanted me. I could feel it in the press of his body, the intensity of the kiss. Yet, there was always a part of him he held back. Something he kept to himself, not quite trusting to let me in. He wanted to be where he was, under me, in me, wrapped in my taste and scent, but he couldn’t stay there. 

Moving back I broke the kiss, looking deeply into those brown eyes, seeing the man I wanted. My fingers trace the brow line, down his cheeks, tugging gently on the facial hair I was growing fond of; cupping his face I trace my tongue along the seam of his smile, hands moving into his thick hair as the kiss deepened and our tongues met in an explosion of desire. Gawd, how I wanted this man. Not just for these fleeting moments of passion, but for the sexy mind behind those eyes. The softness of his words in my ear. The challenges he wrought in me, to be a better person, to be more patient and compassionate. Lessons he didn’t even know he was teaching me. 

I tug at his shirt, pulling it free of his pants and over his head, breaking the kiss. As I toss it aside, my hands find the warm flesh of his body, feeling the thump of his heart beneath my palm. I sit back and let my hands wander over his chest, eyes drinking greedily of the sight before me. I wish he could see what I saw when I looked at him: the kind heart, the gentle manners, the happy smile. So much love and potential wrapped in his 6’2 frame. Moving my hand to the back of his neck I pull him in for a kiss, keeping it soft and chaste, a light press on his lips before I move my mouth to his neck, trailing kisses along his jawline, breathing deeply of his scent. 

His hands cup my ass, pulling me tighter to him, fingers pulling the thong aside as they probe my tight asshole, slipping lower to the wetness he caused. Nibbling his ear, he slides one finger in, probing the tight hole. My moans trigger his cock to twitch beneath us, and all I want is to feel him inside me. But I was going to savour this moment, keep him with me a little longer. I knew when he left it would be awhile before I saw him again. Content with his solitude over my company, I would see him when he was ready. I was content with the arrangement, although I wanted more. I always want more of him.

Finger stroking my core I grind my hips into his hand, until a second finger joins the first. Pulling back, I find his eyes as the orgasm ripples through me. Still keeping eye contact he slips his fingers out and into his mouth, my gasp spurring me forward to capture his mouth, but he intercepts with his fingers, pressing them between my lips so I can taste myself. I groan as I suck deeply, my fingers fumbling to undo his pants, wanting something else to suck on. I get the button and zipper undone, shifting my weight back, I tug at his pants to pull them off, he helps by raising that fine ass up.  

The sight of his cock was always surprising to me. Thick and long he stretched me to my limits, but fit perfectly. It was the perfect allegory to our relationship, with a bit of work we would always fit together. 

Kneeling between his thighs I slowly lick the tip of his cock, the sharp inhale of breath encouraging me. I slip the head into my mouth as I look up, him watching me, lip between his teeth. Smiling around his cock, I wrap my hand around the base of the shaft sucking hard and fast, building the saliva up to run down his cock and my hand. His hands grip my hair as his hips thrust up, his cock slamming into the back of my throat. I eagerly take every inch that will fit and only pull back when I feel his balls tighten like he is about to come. 

Not yet. I need more time. 

Straddling his lap again, his cock between the lips of my pussy, the head teasing my clit, I kiss him. His hands grip my ass again and he flips us around, so now I’m the one sitting and he’s kneeling between my legs. Letting out a growl of frustration he finds I’m still fully dressed while he is not. Pulling us both to our feet he gives me a quick kiss before he undresses me. Moving behind me he pulls my shirt up over my head, tossing it to join his in a pile. My hair falls and caresses my back. Pulling it to one side his mouth finds my neck, whiskers tickling my throat as he leaves kisses along my shoulder and back. My knees quiver as he moves down the right shoulder, just above the blade, he sinks his teeth in, biting and marking my skin. His arm snakes around my waist as the orgasm rips through me and his strength is the only thing keeping me up. He knows just what to do to bring me pleasure. 

Leaving a gentle kiss on the bite mark he moves to the front and kneels before me. My hand caresses his hair as I watch his mouth move over my belly, and his hands tug at the skirt still bunched around my waist. Slipping it over my hips the fabric pools on the ground and I step out of the circle as it gets tossed to the side too. All that’s left is the red lace thong I wore for him. His hands cup my ass and pull my hips forward, nose pressed against the fabric as he inhales deeply. “Fuck” is all his says before his tongue pushes at the fabric, finding the swollen nub and teasing it with the scrape of lace against the nerves. My hands dig into his hair as he pulls the panties down and tosses them away. 

I watch breathlessly as he smiles up at me, grabbing my right leg, kissing the inner thigh and lifting it over his shoulder. Legs spread he has full access to me, to suck my clit between his teeth, tongue flicking lazily over it, thumb pressed into the wet passage, sliding in and out building pressure in the right spot. I could feel it coming but was still shocked by the intensity as I came, squirting on his face, the hot liquid running down his chin to his chest, covering him in me. He didn’t stop as he groaned and pushed harder into my pussy, wanting more. I curled myself around his head as I came again and again, until my leg could no longer hold me. 

Carefully, he helps me down to the floor, laying me back so that my head is pillowed by the pile of our clothes. Propping himself between my openly wanton legs he continues his oral skills, bringing cries of ecstasy from me. When I can’t take it anymore, I need him inside, I give a gentle tug on his hair to bring him up to my mouth. Lips claiming mine his cock slides easily into me. Perfect fit. Pushing himself up we both look down to the parts of us that are joined. The wet sounds echoing in the room, mingling with the sounds of our breath. Tandem. We were in tandem. My hand cups his face, bringing his eyes to mine. Turning his face into my palm he lays a kiss in the centre. I know he’s close, as am I. So close, and yet I knew still so far apart. Reaching my hand around his head I bring him down, burying my face in his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, wanting every inch of me to be touching him as we both explode. 

Cries muffled in each other’s neck we ride the orgasm to the end. His body stills over mine but not pulling out. He knows this is not the end for me, there are always aftershocks. I slowly move my hips, squeezing my pussy around him as the next two oragasms run through me. Finally sated, I release him and he pulls out, both of us slick with each other. Dipping my fingers down I bring up the taste of us to my lips. He does the same enjoying how we taste. I smile as he rests his head on my belly, my fingers running through his hair. He’s going to leave again. Soon. Back to where he is comfortable. Where he feels safe. I can’t provide that for him…yet. 

I want to. I want to be a safe place for him to rest and let his mind be calm. But it’s not for me to control. I can only be patient and remind him that I am here. I will always be here. No matter the space of time, this man is worth the wait.