“I want to lie down next to you.”
His words were like litmus paper. In an instant my entire nervous system was on fire. I had a moment of gratitude that I took the time to make my bed that morning. I stood from the couch, grabbed the glass of cold water that we were sharing, took his hand and led him to my bed.
It had been weeks since our last visit. He had been traveling for work, our only contact the occasional carefully worded email that gave just a hint of the animal desire we were both feeling.
There was a moment of awkwardness. The first man to set foot in my room with the intent of lying next to me in my bed. Which side? We laughed at our nerves and quickly settled in, our mouths joining fast and exploring in that slow sensual way we had discovered on the couch.
His large hand explored the curve of my hip, running over me and down towards the length of my thigh. I knew he could feel the muscles beneath my pants, the lean strength of my legs. I know the feel of it so well, having run my own hands over those same lines a thousand times before. It got me hot as hell to know what he was feeling. I could feel his response pressing into me, his body’s hunger belied by the slow pace of his exploration. I loved that. The fact that we both held ourselves in check. Keeping the pace slow and exploratory, without yielding to the impulses of our bodies. Without giving in to the urge to rip clothing aside and mate like animals.
He spooned me, his hardness pressing into the curve of my ass as his mouth brushed the skin at my back. “Your skin tastes so good,” he told me breathlessly, “I can’t get enough of it.” His words made my pulse race and his lips all but guaranteed I’d need to change my panties before heading into the office that morning.
His hands were under my blouse and I quickly offered to remove it. He didn’t take me up on it at first, but then changed his mind. Off came the blouse and he pushed me gently to my stomach and straddled me carefully. He caressed me from shoulders to ass, his finger tracing the line of my panties to the point where it disappeared between my legs. He kissed every inch of my back, his mouth drawing patterns that left my skin singing with lust. My need to feel that sweet caress on my breasts won out and I confessed it to him like a guilty sinner.
He removed my bra, turned me over and soon I was fighting the urge to mount him again. His kisses were like a slow motion caress that formed an endless loop of sensation – bringing my nipples to stiff peaks that begged for his touch.
By now, I could feel the prodigious bulge in his pants brushing against me. For the life of me, I don’t know how I resisted the urge to run my hand down the front of his jeans, to feel the outline of him and squeeze in the hopes of driving him past his breaking point. I simultaneously loved and hated the restraint we were showing. It was the most exquisite torture.
For over an hour we lay there together, caressing and kissing. Never removing more than our shirts. At one point, we took a break. It was the only thing that would keep us from fucking like starving fiends. And we wanted to continue the torturous exploration; to keep the sweet anticipation building.
So we rested together, hands entwined, his heart thumping strong and steady beneath my ear. How I love that sound. As much as I love the moan a man makes when the head of his cock is nestled deep inside my throat. Or the whimper when my tongue traces his ass. Love the sound of a man’s heart. Strong, steady, seemingly timeless. With my head resting against the curve of his shoulder, his arm around me and my lips against his skin, I felt safe.
It didn’t last long. We regained our control and pushed the envelope again. My tongue circling his nipples this time. His sounds of pleasure in my ears spurring me on.
He held my breasts in his palms, marveling at the weight of them in his hands, reaching up with his mouth to suck at me and kiss my soft, scented skin.
We had trouble parting, deciding next time with a laugh that we would set an alarm so as not to lose track of time.
We were both late to work. But we arrived smiling.
I am looking forward to our next visit…