"Is it okay if I touch you now?" I asked.
"Isn't that what we're here for?" he replied, a little sarcasm in his voice. This man! I simultaneously wanted to smack him and press my mouth against his.
I felt compelled to point out that if I touched him, we wouldn't be speaking again for quite some time...
We had hashed out the terms of our "relationship" while sitting in a quiet neighborhood bar far from where we both live, and had moved on to the quaint but clean hotel room where we planned to finally, FINALLY make good on an attraction that had been building for months. Though we were single, as prominent members of our community we didn't want to deal with the speculation and news-worthiness of something that was really just a primal physical attraction and not likely to turn into anything romantic anyway. Keeping our sex lives and public lives separate was going to take a little effort. But now, we were done talking. It was time for more. Butterflies churned in my stomach.
"Touch me," he commanded.
"Yes, sir!" I retorted, and slowly reached up and placed my hand against his warm cheek, feeling for the first time his strong jaw, looking into those gorgeous blue-green eyes that simultaneously mocked me and looked into my depths. It felt like forever and no time at all. Suddenly, his mouth was on me. Soft, intense, warm lips pressing into mine. God, how I needed him.
I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his strong shoulders, broad back as he leaned into me. We opened our mouths to each other and his tongue found mine. This was just a kiss and I was already losing my mind. His hands started roaming my body as I raised my hands to run them through his hair. That thick head of hair I had wanted to touch for so long. He traced my jaw gently with his fingertips and pulled my mouth even harder onto his, and I thought I was going to go over the edge.
Standing me up and moving me away from my chair, he dropped his mouth to my neck as I moaned. His warm, strong hands found the bottom edge of my shirt and snuck underneath, caressing my skin, his hands wrapped around my waist - thumbs pressing into my belly, fingertips on my back. Why had we waited so long? I wanted to rip his clothes off but simultaneously make this last as long as possible. His head dipped deeper, seeking the valley at the base of my neck. I was not going to make it. My knees buckled slightly and he wrapped one arm around me to support me.
How many times had I gazed longingly at those strong arms? How many nights had I fantasized about how they would feel wrapped around me? How short I had fallen in imagining what it would be like.
He brought his fingers up to trace the neckline of my shirt as he continued to kiss my neck. His kisses were hot, wet, passionate, but his fingertips were so delicate it almost tickled. They would sneak a little way under the edge of my shirt and then back out, dip in and out again. This was torture. Digging my fingers into his back I quietly whispered "please!" He paused but ignored me, flicking his tongue over my skin as if to taunt me even further. "PLEASE," I moaned. Acquiescing, he began to unbutton my shirt. I began to shower his jaw with kisses, nibbling along the way. My tongue found his ear and I rejoiced in making his knees buckle a little. All's fair...
As he unbuttoned my shirt, his mouth moved ever lower, finding the lacy edge of my bra. "Oh, my," he breathed. "I wasn't expecting that." What can I say? Jeans and a flannel shirt on the outside, sexy lace underneath. Taking off my shirt, he stepped back a little and paused to look at me. I'm not bad to look at, if I must say so myself. An athletic hourglass figure with just enough softness to hold on to. At 5'4", I'm a 36C, narrow in the middle, and have nicely rounded hips and ass. He pulled me close to him again and began to play with the top edge of my bra. Again, with the fingers dipping just below the edge. I grabbed his ass and pulled him even closer. God, I love a nice ass. Suddenly, he dipped his fingers under my bra and squeezed my nipple, hard. Moaning, I grabbed his face with two hands and kissed him, harder. Now it was on. He kept alternating between rolling my nipple hard between his fingers and brushing it lightly with the back of his hand. He slowly, teasingly pulled my left bra cup down to get better access. Then, he quickly pulled the other side down so I was exposed to him and my breasts were pushed up, nipples hard and begging for more.
"Sit," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," I again replied. As I sat, he kissed me again and leaned into me as we both fell onto the bed.
Kissing his way back down my neck, he pressed his thumbs hard into my nipples, then pinched them both again. He kissed his way around my right breast, circling ever closer until I thought I was going to go crazy if he didn't take me into his mouth. I could feel him there, mouth hovering right over me but not touching. Then slowly, I felt his warm tongue rake across my nipple. My back arched as I moaned again and tried to press myself into him. "Hmmm..." he said and moved his mouth to the other side to repeat his action. Same response. Returning his hand to my right side, he repeated his earlier ministrations while diving into my left breast with his mouth. Tongue swirling, he sucked my nipple hard until it felt it grew another half inch, then nipped me with his teeth and then swirled his tongue again. And again. I was moaning so loudly at this point and my panties were soaked. "I think you need a little break," he smiled, and switched sides to repeat his attentions.
As his mouth worked on my right nipple, his hand snaked down my belly and over my jeans. Using his middle finger, he put pressure right where I needed him most and I knew I was so wet I had soaked through my pants. I moaned again and lifted my hips, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Pausing and lifting his mouth, he said, "I think you could cum just from me sucking on your tits." If words alone could make me cum, that would have done it.
It was time for me to make a move - that or melt into a puddle of nothingness. No man should look as good as he does in just a t-shirt and jeans, but it was time to get that shirt off. I pushed him over onto his back, grabbed the bottom of his shirt and worked it up over his head. Straddling him, I leaned down to kiss him as his hands cupped my breasts. With my mouth, I worked my way back to his ear, and from there down his neck. He moaned low in his throat and I took that as a good sign. I kissed my way across his shoulder and down his arm. I turned his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. Then I opened my mouth and slowly took a finger in, allowing my tongue to softly caress the length of his finger. He moaned again. Good!