I am in a long distance relationship.
It is the kind of relationship I never dreamed I would be in, and frankly always assumed it was the kind that never lasted.
Despite the downsides it may have, not being physically next to each other, to hold and kiss every day, at the same time I wouldn't trade this for anything else.
Because it is him. He was an old friend I met in grade school. Thank god for social networking. After so many years, I found him again, all grown up. After getting reacquainted, he is now the man I fell so deeply in love with.
We have already been together for a year, and it was the week of our one year anniversary that we would finally meet in person again after so many years.
That entire year before then, I always imagined what it would feel like. To finally hold him in my arms, breathe in his scent, and kiss his sweet lips. Most of all, what his body would feel like pressed to mine; what it would feel like to have his hands caressing every inch of my body. Pinching, pulling, biting, sucking, and grinding each other to the point where he would thrust deep into me and drive me over the edge.
Now the moment has come, and our reunion was a moment I will never forget. The utter joy we felt to finally embrace each other and be together at last. It was better than I had ever imagined. After that, I couldn't stop touching him. At lunch I would wrap one arm around his. When we walked together, I would wrap my arms around him, and occasionally reach in and kiss him sweetly. It was almost as if I was reassuring myself that he was really here, and that he was real.
And indeed he was. Each time I touched him, kissed him. I felt the urge to have more of him growing steadily inside me. I would have to wait until we got to our hotel room first though. But by then, we would be alone, and I would have him all to myself. No distractions. Just the two of us.
We arrived at the hotel and checked in, leaving our bags in the car so we could find our room and get everything settle at the front desk first. We took the elevator up and found our room almost immediately. We opened the door and scanned the room, taking a mini tour of what would be our home for the next week. I sighed in relief and looked over at him. I knew then and there what I wanted to do. I walked over to him and wrapped my arm around him, pulling him in for a long sweet kiss. Our lips parted momentarily and we gazed in each other's eyes, smiling.
He captured my lips again. My hands ran up the back of his head, running my fingers through his fuzzy hair. I could feel him holding me very close, his hands on my back. I decided to go for it. I opened my mouth and gently slipped my tongue out, licking his lips. He did the same, and now we were truly tasting each other, our tongues caressing through our kisses. It felt really good. I could feel the wave of excitement slowly creeping through my body. I knew if I didn't stop now, we would start getting more into the moment, so much I would want to take him then and there.
We parted and I exhaled laughing. "OOOKAY we should probably get our bags!"
We did so and we were back in our room. Our next plan was to head out sometimes and go to the store and buy some groceries. Since we just arrived to our room though, we knew we could relax for a while before we did.
It kept happening though. We would find ourselves back in each others arms, diving in for more kisses. Each time got more intense. Our hands roaming, mine caressing his face, his running up and down my back. Then we would part and laugh again, claiming we should probably wait until tonight or even tomorrow since he still had jet lag. We would go about the room for a couple minutes, and then it would start all over again.
Slowly but surely we were caring less about restraining ourselves. We dove in for another passionate kiss, and that was when I felt it. His hand crept up and his fingers traced up my chest. It was so soft I thought I was going to go insane. His hand then wrapped around my breast, fondling me gently as we continued kissing. I felt it again, the jolt of electricity shooting through my body. I knew I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. But I still felt I should hold back for his sake. Unless he wanted to, and he pushed forward, I would go with it.
We eventually got to the bed, lying down beside each other. We continued kissing on and off. When we weren't, I was gazing in his eyes. Dark brown orbs like mine. So beautiful. I caressed his face, almost reassuring myself that he was really here in front of me, lying by my side, looking into my eyes so lovingly. It made me wanna kiss him more. I breathe in his scent as our tongues danced, so intoxicating. I moved my head up and his kisses trailed down my neck. Now this is what I was waiting for. I could feel his tongue against my neck, making me sigh softly as he proceeded to nibble and bite it, leaving little red marks all over the front. I lifted my leg and draped it over his, and his hand went up my chest again, groping and massaging my breasts.
His kisses went further down to the top of my chest. I sat up and pulled my shirt off, reaching over to take his off as well. We were already beginning to expose ourselves to each other, and yet we didn't care. Even though we were still holding back, we knew we wanted each other, now. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slipping it off before I instinctively reached up to cover myself. He laid me back down and pulled my hands off my chest, finally exposing myself to him. Both his hands were on my breasts now, massaging and leaning down to kiss them all over. It was then that he reached my nipples, kissing and licking them softly. He would alternate between kissing all around my breasts and then going back to my nipples, sucking them harder each time he went back to them. By this point I was moaning softly, jolts of excitement flowing through me as he sucked my nipples so hard I thought he was going to bite them off.
I pulled him closer to me, until he was in between my legs. His hand reached down and touched me above my skirt. I laid my head back and moaned softly as his fingers reached through my skirt and he started rubbing my crotch through my leggings. I could feel him pressing against my leg and I reached down to touch him above his pants. I could feel it already, how hard he was. His cock pointing up under his jeans. We stopped and looked in each others eyes for a moment.
"Do you want to?" he whispered.
"Maybe..."
"Up to you."
I smiled, looking into his eyes as I unzipped his pants and reached in to touch him directly. He closed his eyes and moaned softly at my touch. We began kissing again, feeling each other up more and more. It was driving me crazy. I could feel the arousal flowing out of me already, staining my panties. I lifted his undershirt up and off of him, leaving him in just his jeans. We held each other close for a moment, our bare chests pressed together, feeling each other's warmth. My fingers traced up and down, curling through his chest hair as he captured me in a deep kiss once more.
That was one thing I had noticed so far. We couldn't stop kissing. Our lips were already sore and puffy and yet we didn't care. We made out for a while, kissing and biting each others necks, and then he started grinding against me. My moaning became louder and my mind was already going into a lust clouded frenzy.
