Its all the permission he needs and suddenly two fingers are inside me gently probing as his thumb circles teasingly around my clit.
"Hours, huh?" I can only moan a response as his thumb makes maddeningly slow circles in time to the soft push of his fingers in and out of my cunt. "I'm wondering how many hours I can keep you wet."
I know at this tempo it would be many, many hours and I let out a soft wimper. He laughs and pulls my hips closer to him with his free hand. Slowly, too slowly, he pulls my panties aside and my lips apart, and it seems like days before his tongue actually makes contact with my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. He's slow, still, circling, pressing, releasing, probing. Nothing fast, nothing that makes my breathing shallow and fast so I breathe in deeply and moan out slowly, minute after minute. Then one finger slides slowly inside me, and out again. Once, twice, three times, and then it's replaced by two. The pattern keeps going except I never know how many fingers it will be, sometimes one sometimes four, the slow methodical surprises keep going until I'm writhing against his mouth with half curses half moans escaping from my mouth without any thought whatsoever. And then he pulls me away.
"Easy sweetheart, I'm going for hours here." I bite his ear to show my frustration and agreement, and step back. I pull my panties down and step out of them one foot at a time.
"Bra too?" He asks almost plaintively, like a school boy catching a forbidden look behind the gym. I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground, but my boots stay on. He stands and takes me by the hips, guiding me onto the couch, laying me down. He's laying on top of me, kissing my mouth, my neck, my chest, my breasts, my hips. I lose all track of time as I can feel his slight stubble running along my entire body. My cunt aches to be full again as the rest of my skin shivers in its new-found attention. Finally his hand finds my cunt and again begins the slow circles, spreading my wetness around every crevice. Tiny bites on my breasts, his tongue playing across my nipples, his breath on my stomach, his stubble on my neck. I'm writing underneath him, but finally it's too much.
"Fuck me, please. Please fuck me now." It's all I can say. Like a broken record, but its the only words I can form in my head. He growls a laugh into my ear and says "hold on a minute baby." I can hear him getting a condom from the bedroom and the moment respite reminds me of the plan I had in the car, driving here. He comes back to find me on my knees, leaning against the arm of the couch. He doesn't waste time nestling in behind me and rolling on the condom. Our foreplay is definitely over as he shoves into me, fucking me hard and fast from the beginning. But I reach back to grab his hand and bring it around in front of me. He understands and his fingers find my clit again. This time it isn't the slow maddening circles but a hard frenzied rub that's exactly what we both need. As he pounds in and out of me I lose all knowledge of the world around me, focusing only on the feeling building right behind my pelvis. It grows and grows and soon I"m not moaning, not breathing, not doing anything besides waiting for the feeling to break over me. It finally does and I'm moaning a deep down guttural sound and shaking against him. It pushes him over the edge and within seconds he's slumped over my back breathing hard. We disentangle ourselves and lay out on the couch, still catching our breath.
"Lets not wait 3 months for that to happen again, ok?"
"I so, incredibly promise," he responds.
