Waiting

Composed 10/09

We had been away together just 10 days before, and it was magical. It always is.

We had to wait. Sickness, obligations, family weekends. All those great things (and some not so great things) getting in the way.

We wound each other into sexual knots for several days before meeting. I came 3 times in one afternoon, because I needed him...wanted him so badly. He walked around with a perpetual hard-on for a week, because we were so strung out on each other after that incredible romantic getaway.

I pulled into the parking lot and dropped him a quick text. He had already checked in, and before I could get my sunglasses off, he was at my car door. I jumped out and into his arms....and immediately he has me off the ground and up in the air. That scent of his...ocean, fresh laundry....musky male. Intoxicating.

We kiss....for a long time, and once again must stop ourselves from fucking in the parking lot. Eventually, we trot off to the room (our usual) and step inside. The longing...has now turned to intense and unadulterated lust. We are clawing at each other, biting, unable to stop each other. I rip his plaid shirt open and pull at his jeans. His belt is quickly undone, and I am eager for that enormous cock. He's trying like hell to go down on me first, but I am relentless with my need to suck him. I am over him on the bed, taking the length of him while he moans and lets himself relax into my spoiling. I catch a glimpse of myself in my yellow lace set, but with the addition of over the knee socks, since the room can be quite chilly ;-) (Truth be told, I just think they are really fucking sexy and love wearing knee-high, thigh-high and over-the-knee socks anytime.)

When he cums, it is powerful enough to make me nearly gag from the force, but I take all of it without fail. He's needing some refractory time following, but I did not have much time to prepare. It is minutes before he is between my legs, lapping at my pussy like a starved man. He doesn't torture me, so I cum pretty fast and really fucking hard. I ended up pleading with him to stop, it was that intense.

I wish I could describe what it is like when we are together...even lunch can turn pornographic with us, and we joke about that fact all the time. Not that sex is the only thing we think about....why, just today we had an hour long conversation about religion. We just do that.

Another hard on and I decide to climb on top to ride him....slowly at first, then much slower...deliberate...grinding....until I get close to the edge again and find myself thrusting down on him with every ounce of energy I have. I fuck him until he's grunting and cuming and I cum just as hard a second time.

The next round would find me staring at our reflection on the ceiling...the most incredible sight of him covering me with that muscular bod....my legs wrapped around his back, seeing my face flushed...watching him fuck me...slow and much deeper than before. I watched myself drag my long, baby-pink nails across his back...digging so hard at one point that I must have left a bruise...evident in a photo he sent to me later that night. It made me smile. I like marking him. To me it isn't about possession. It's about leaving a reminder of how powerful our sexual/emotional/spiritual connection is.

And then there's that last blow job, that nearly put him in traction *snickers wickedly* and came close to rendering him useless to drive home. To say that he was convulsing...understatement. I sucked every possible drop out of this man.

Par for the course....

Cheers,

Me