BELT
"Take off my belt," he demanded as I struggled with his pants. I looked down. It was the belt I had given him.
It was a simple belt. Soft brown suede, size 32, and a buckle that my trembling fingers now struggled to remove. This belt had a secret in it, an inscription on the inner wall, only visible when the owner removed it. A silly private joke I purchased for him for his first Father's Day. No, not our baby. He and his wife's. Don't think about it too much, it's complicated.
When I bought it for him, I never thought he would wear it, but there it was wrapped around his narrow waist. I met his eyes, our mouths still close after our initial kiss. It had been a good kiss. My pussy had throbbed and drenched my panties like I'd wet myself. He always had this effect on me. His tongue in my mouth, his hands gripping my ass, his long hard cock throbbing under the fabric of his pants. He makes me feral, always has. But this had ended, for almost a year now. How were we back here again?
We had met for an innocent coffee. Just to check in and see how life was going for the both of us. His life had changed, so had mine. I had moved on, I had traveled the world, had many the affair and returned the happiest version of myself. He had an almost 1 year-old daughter who was growing faster than her parents wanted her to. We had become friends, good friends, but rarely face to face friends. The desire for each other's bodies pulled like the Moon's draw on the tide. Undeniable. We knew better. We always knew better, but still, here we were. The coffee had become drinks and dinner...then back to our old tricks meeting at my massage office after hours. The building empty and we were grateful that we could be loud.
I locked the door behind us, and he pulled me to him. His lips on mine, a whimper caught in my throat, his tongue in my mouth, and I sucked him inside of me. I had missed his taste. His scent. He always wore YSL, but today it was something different. His hands slid up and under my shirt, unhooking my bra while still kissing my open mouth. My full breasts falling free, he pulled back quickly to push my shirt and bra out of his way. His full lips encircled my large nipple, and I moaned as he sucked and lapped. I wondered in this moment if he had wanted to do this to his wife's pregnant breasts and if she'd let him? This thought distracted and aroused me for a moment. Then his teeth brushed my sensitive skin, and all thoughts blessedly disappeared for a time. I slid my hands under the edge of his dark blue shirt, pushing it up and over his head. I lean forward, claiming one of his flat, brown, male nipples. I love a man's nipples, and he rewards me with his moans. I can feel my clit throbbing with my heartbeat and it makes me light-headed. He fists my hair and pulls my swollen lips back to his.
"I missed this," I say. I know he does too, he won't ever admit it. To admit anything to me I've found is too taboo even for him. It would be admitting real adultery, real cheating, real love making. Real need. Not just the fucking we're used to. I don't mind anymore. I know what I want now and that has made me a very powerful woman. Let him stay scared, I am fearless in my desires.
"I've missed you too," he replies. I gasp a little. That was unexpected. I have many kinks, he knows most of them, but this is one he never quite managed to uncover. I don't just want the pleasures and the dominance he gives. I want his desire for me. I want him to want me as much as I do him. Any real admission and I could cum on that alone. We pause, eyes meeting, I kiss his lips again, sucking on his tongue like I want to suck on his dick. My hands reach for his pants and here we start our story.
Our eyes meet, his slightly guarded but a small lift at the corner of his mouth and I smile back at him.
"You kept it?" I ask, my hands paused on the buckle. He nods. "Good." I lean forward and pull his bottom lip into mine, sucking hard enough to bruise. I release him and sink to my knees. Supplicating myself to his pleasure. He looks down at me, his beautiful amber eyes watching what I'll do. I unbuckle him and slowly slide the belt from the loops reading the inscription as I do. I'm unable to hold back my grin and he smiles down at me. I drop it to the floor, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then pushing them to the floor and off his ankles. He likes it when I undress him. I think he feels like a King. I feel like his whore, and it scratches a part of me he alone makes itchy.
His cock is gorgeous. Long, thick, uncircumcised, and proud before me. I start slowly this time. Wrapping both hands around the base, sliding up to the tip and then back down. I would normally already have him at the back of my throat, but I've had an educational year, and I know what patience can mean now. I feel his eyes on me, and I feel a sopping sensation in my panties, I think I may have just peed a little. I smile and then slowly push his foreskin away from the tip and run my tongue slowly around the head. I am in no hurry. Methodically I lick him around and around, like a soft serve ice cream cone, tasting the precum on the tip every three laps. His hand is at the back of my head now, fisting my hair. I know what he wants and I'm not going to give it to him. I pull my face back and stare up at him while moving both of my hands that still grip his length. Up and down, very slowly, exposing the head and then hiding it. He wants to be in my mouth, so I envelope the head and move my tongue around and around again. His fingers tighten in my hair, and he pushes his hips forward, but my hands keep him at a distance. I'm fucking with him. I've never done this to him, made him wait, and I like the power. I pull my mouth away and his hand pulls up on my hair to stand.
His lips are on mine again and he reaches for my pants, a slight shake in his normally confident fingers. I think my new technique was appreciated. I smirk as he pushes my pants and panties down in one fluid motion. We are both now naked, bodies pressed together, his mouth back on mine. I take his tongue into my mouth, and I can feel his hard length slide between my thighs. I moan against his mouth as he slowly thrusts between my legs, stroking against my sopping wet sex.
