She made a final check to make sure she packed everything. This would be the trip that she was going to seduce him. Their last visit was the hardest, literally at times. She had found herself trying to will him to step over the self-imposed boundaries they had established. She would wake up in the middle of the night with his erection tucked into the cleft of her cheeks, his warm breath feathering against the nape of her neck, and the pounding of his heart pressed behind hers. If it hadn't been for both of them wearing pajamas it would only have taken the slightest of movements to relieve the pressure that she was sure that they both were nearly consumed.
There were several times that she almost confessed her love to him, but she really needed to hear it from him first; not that she didn't think that the sentiment was mutual. She was just being cautious with her heart. Okay she was just plain chicken.
When she looked at him she saw her future. Even though they had only been together in the traditional sense for a relatively brief period of time, she could no longer imagine her life without him. He had once told her that they would figure out how to make a long distance relationship work, that the sky was the limit... and damn if he didn't make good on his promises. They were able to see each other every couple of months (thank God for three-day government weekends).
He picked her up at the SeaTac airport as usual with her favorite flowers (tiger lilies), a bear hug and a kiss that actually got catcalls and whistles from passers by. His kiss stole her breath. It had only been two months since the last visit, but still they couldn't let go of each other. This made getting through the revolving doors difficult, but they didn't care.
She laid her head on his shoulder and hugged his upper right arm as he drove, simply inhaling him and absorbing his heat. She fought sleeping but it won out as he maneuvered through traffic to get her home. That is how he thought of it; it wasn't just his place any more, it was "home" because even if only for a few days, she made his house a home.
Instead of going out for dinner he suggested ordering in so that they could both just relax. She liked the idea, and so she quickly went back to the bedroom to change into some shorts and a t-shirt. They sat down on the couch and ate their Chinese food, feeding each other with their chopsticks. He dribbled some sweet and sour sauce on his chin and she giggled at him then kissed it off.
As always conversation was abound. He spoke of his trying week at work, made more so by his impatience in waiting to see her. She told him that school was going well and that she too found herself counting down the hours until she was going to see him again. He asked her if she had had any wet dreams lately, and she said she did. She told him the gist of them; he more than liked what he heard.
He had to cross his legs to cover his erection. If she only knew how many times he masturbated thinking of her. He didn't just masturbate when he was alone, sometimes when he would get up and leave her to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night it was actually to masturbate and get some relief. He masturbated more now than he did when he was single! But he had made a promise to her and he would keep his word if it killed him.
She couldn't believe how close she was to raping him! Just being in the same room with him made her body hum. She was going to wait to seduce him until close to the end of this trip. But now, she didn't think that they were going to make it through dinner. Every time she looked in his eyes she got hot and bothered all over again. If eyes truly were the windows to the soul, she was ready to climb into them.
After dinner they both cleaned up and then he changed into a pair of pajama pants. They had decided on a double feature that night, a comedy then a sappy romance movie. She plopped down next to him and curled up against him. She never got tired of how they fit together, as if carved of the same stone. Throughout the romance movie they would smooch and absently caress the other, but nothing too heated. For lack of a better word...it was sweet.
When the movie was over they fell into their nightly routine; brushed their teeth and went to bed. He pulled back the covers and waited for her to lie down in front of him. She crawled in next to him and let out a big sigh. They talked in the dark as always, talking about their dreams, aspirations, hopes, desires and just random thoughts. She never got tired of listening to him talk; it was so refreshing to find a man that wasn't afraid of communication. They kissed each other goodnight, several times. But in the end he pulled away and then rolled her so they could spoon. Okay this was frustrating she thought, but she needed to calm down. She snuggled up a bit closer and surprisingly drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter.
She woke up in the middle of the night and turned towards him. She just watched him sleep for a while, not touching him. He was amazing. If she'd had ordered her boyfriend from a catalog she couldn't have found a more perfect man than he was for her. She sent up a prayer of thanks for every daft woman that let him slip through her fingers. Their loss was her gain. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead then each eyelid. He didn't budge.
She sat up so that she could lean in over him. She leaned down and kissed his neck then nibbled on his earlobe a bit. Then she kissed and nibbled her way down to his heart that was rhythmically thumping under his strong chest. She laid her left cheek over it, savoring the sound of it, willing hers own to slow down. He squirmed, but he was still asleep. God she loved this man, more than she ever felt humanly possible. And for the first time in her life she knew she was truly loved in return, he showed her by his actions everyday. It was time that she showed him how she felt too. She realized that waiting for him to say "I love you" first was not as important as being honest with him about her feelings.
She kissed him awake. He lazily looked over at the clock and said,
"Good morning". Then he kissed her tenderly at first. It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate into a passionate frenzy. She looked him dead in the eye and swallowed down the lump in her throat. She took one of his hands in hers and placed it over her heart, never breaking eye contact.
"I love you and I am ready to tell and show you, I am yours if you will have me. "
She couldn't help the tears that were running down her face. She was surprised to see that his eyes were a bit damp too. He told her that he loved her with every fiber of his being, and had for sometime now, but that he didn't want to rush things and risk pressuring her. He wanted to make sure that they were both ready because those words mean so much. They both grabbed for the other, holding on for dear life.
She kissed his lips, cheeks forehead, and even rained kisses onto to his nose before making her way down his neck, over to his earlobe sucking it into her mouth through her teeth, proceeding down to his navel, then flicking her tongue over it. She continued her downward path, breathing through the fabric of his pajama pants. Then she placed a kiss on the head clearly visible through the fabric in the pale moonlight. She felt it twitch in response to her kiss. She looked up as his eyes flickered shut and all of the air whooshed out of his lungs. She smirked.
She gingerly snaked her hand under the waistband and groped for his stiffening rod. He really was big, her hand couldn't close around it all of the way. His skin was on fire. It nearly burned her hand. She made quick work of removing his pants so that she could just look at him, and she did. She sat back on her heels and just looked at him, as if he was a work of art.
She then licked up the shaft from base to tip, tracing his bulging veins that roped the length of him, and then quickly sucked the bulbous head into her hot, wet mouth. He gasped audibly, looked down and just stared, unable to say a thing. The sight of his dick in her mouth was something that he had fantasized about for so long, and to finally see it he thought he must be dreaming. She winked at him then proceeded to attempt to slide all of him into her petite mouth. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. She repeatedly bobbed up and down on his shaft, the muscles in her throat massaging his shaft. With each pass he could feel the cold steel of her tongue ring as it swirled around his erection, and it was splendid.
He knew she didn't like the idea of swallowing, he could feel his testicles drawing up into his body and he knew that he was close, so he gently, but firmly pushed her away from his throbbing cock. But she wasn't finished yet, so she sucked his saliva dampened cock back into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it, trying to get it all in her mouth. She let it slide out of her mouth with a loud pop. The air felt cool against his damp skin. Then one of his nuts felt warm and wet, she had sucked one ball into her mouth and was releasing it to suck in the other. He knew he really was about to cum now, and he didn't want his first one with her to be like this, he wanted to share his orgasm with her. So he forcefully pushed himself away from her. She was panting just as hard as he was.
He laid her down then kissed her senseless. As she laid there he caressed her face, neck and back. He pushed himself up so that he could just look down on her for a moment and compose himself. It didn't work, what he saw stirred his blood even more. Her eyes were sparkling, her face was flushed with passion and her long dark curly hair was fanned out around her face. He willed himself to commit this to the annals of his memory, because tonight was a night he never wanted to forget.
He leaned down and gently bit her bottom lip and tugged on it playfully. Then flicked his tongue out over that bit of sensitive flesh, she tried to pull him to her for a deeper kiss, but he locked his elbows. He smiled down at her flashing those dimples that charmed her so many months ago. He reached for the hem of her pajama shirt then changed his mind. Leaning down, he proceeded to unbutton it with his teeth, kissing and nibbling at that newly exposed flesh as he went along. He wasn't just going to make love to her; he was going to get to know every curve and valley of her voluptuous body.
She was still in her pajama shorts and panties. So he decided to make quick work of the shorts, removing them in one shift jerk. She had on black cotton panties... he never thought he could be so turned on by plain cotton undies... but he was. Then he lowered himself down ever so slowly, torturously slow. Forcing his breathe out so that it heated her flesh even more until his nose was level with her sex. He inhaled the aroma of her arousal, his prick jerked in response. He nuzzled her there, his nose created a bit of friction to her outer lips; she moaned in response, arching her hips ever so slightly. He smiled.
