The Right Time
Brantley and I have been dating for almost a year and a half now. We met in our last year in school but, at the time, I had a boyfriend, so it wasn't for another five months and then a few weeks after I broke up with that guy that B asked me out on a date.
He and I rented a cabin for a few days to spend some time alone, both of us feeling we haven't had much to any time together lately. Walking in, I run my hands over the raw organic wood of the cabin, admiring the rustic secluded setting. Brantley and I share a quick kiss then he takes the strap from my shoulder and carries both of our travel duffels to the master. My hand glides along the wooden corridor walls as I head back to join him.
Leaning in the doorway, I gaze at the gorgeous, generous, sensitive, strong man unloading item after item of clothing from his open bag on the bed, folding it, and putting it in the dresser drawer. I step quietly, placing one foot in front of the other, then rub his shoulders and tenderly kiss the back of his neck. Turning to face me, I softly take him by the hand and lead to sit on the bed with me.
Without a word, Brantley arches his legs just so, and I bend mine over his lap. I gently drop his bag to the floor then run my hand along his strong jaw and bring him into me for a beautiful kiss. As the two of us share several more long, slow kisses, my beau lightly tugs my black yoga sweatpants from my waist and raise myself so he can then pull them off my legs. Our feet enjoy a simplistic game of footsie whilst our mouths enjoy each other's. One of the best qualities I adore in the man I love is that he genuinely cares about the intimacy of our relationship and those precious moments.
Beginning at the inner side of my knee, his hand makes slow circles, moving slowly up my leg as the intimacy and tenderness of being isolated and alone sets in. Softly and with grace I lean back as our lips perform a wonderful routine. I run a hand over his head, his short cut hair tickling my fingers. Brantley is so gentlemanly that his hand barely, if at all, grazes my panties on its way up to my foggy grey sweater. There he very tenderly opens part of the garment to reveal the naked breast beneath, then softly kissed it in greeting before returning to my lips.
Our hands softly work together to release the buttons of my sweater whilst our mouths continue their brilliant duet. It doesn't take us long before he opens my top, exposing me to the chilled air. My eyes close, my head rolling back into the bed, and savor the touch of his hand caressing my stomach and his warm lips on my skin. A hand bunches my breast and he gives it a wonderful kiss. I let out a quiet moan when his mouth meets my flesh and his hand moves down to help my leg over his hip.
Brantley's caressing hold on my upper leg and rear grow heavier, adding only pressure to make me truly feel him, not for him to be greedy.
I slide my legs off him and sit up so he can remove my sweater from getting in our way then he plants an elongated kiss on my throat, and I lay back down. His hand moves up the center line of my body again, landing between my pair where he tenderly sucks one in and revolves his tongue around its surface. My boyfriend then removes his own shirt and I treasure his manly nipple with great luxury.
We only pause our kisses while I loosen and remove his belt and pants, Brantley then taking things a step further and pulling off his boxer briefs. Following, his thought wave, I flatten on the bed again and raise my legs to the ceiling, so he faces no opposition in the removal of my panties. Of course, we've had sex prior to this but it has truly been a good while since we've had the chance to be this private and close personally.
My boyfriend strokes up my fresh as a daisy pussy while crawling up to me. He then puts a tender, deep kiss on my chest that takes my breath, though I regain it as his lips forge a trail down my figure.
Brantley wraps an arm loosely around the top of my leg before petting and romancing my inner thigh. He ever so lightly runs his tongue up the split of my labia, and they spread like flowers blooming for the sun. His tongue flickers up and down amongst my vagina as he gradually reintroduces himself. Reaching down, I run my fingers through his short hair, somewhat holding his head in place. His tongue flows beautifully through my folds and over my clitoris as he gnaws on my lips. I draw in a breath when his tongue casually enters my intimate sex, as if reuniting with an old, dear friend. I hold myself wide open as he works his sensual magic.
Placing a modest kiss on my clit, he then tucks his legs under him, taking hold of his handsome, glossy shaft, and gently trails it along my quivering pussy. On one of his downward swipes, my Romeo installs himself right into me, causing me to draw in a slow deep breath before allowing my head to drop back into the pillow, mumbling, "...so amazing...".
