I've been fantasizing about this day for what feels like months, finally getting to be with you. Finally getting to have your hands on me, your arms around me. We've been talking about it, waiting for it, waiting for the right time, time to be completely focused on each other... Finally, we have the space and time to make it happen.
I've been planning what I'm going to wear. You're always telling me how much you love to look at me, so I want to be everything you want. Hair down, not a lot of makeup... Lacy satin thong in your favorite color, pale blue, with a matching push up bra. Soft touchable sweater covering me up, but open at the top so that it's hanging off one shoulder, just enough that it exposes my neck and collar bone. Jeans -- because I need to feel you peel them off of me. Not obviously over-the-top sexy, for our first time I want it to be real. There will be plenty of other time for us to fulfill those naughty fantasies.
Lights, fireplace, candles. Music -- our playlist. Wine. Dinner ready... though I don't think we're going to be eating it for a while. Not if I have my way. Now I just have to wait.
I got ready too fast. You always arrive early so I wanted to be certain all was done when you got here. But not, well, now, I'm trying to be patient. I'm sitting on the sofa feeling the anticipation build. A little wine. I'm nervous. And I'm wet and wanting. My body craving your touch. My clit is actually pulsing, thinking about you and what is to come. I can feel it pressing on the seams of my jeans. I try not to move around to increase the contact. I want to resist touching myself. I want to save this all for you.
I hear the gate and you're at my door. Finally. I open the door and there you are. We don't say anything at all. You look me over, top to bottom and then back up. I'm flushed and blushing under your gaze. I open the door wider and you come inside. As I close the door and turn to say hello, you are suddenly there. Arms around me, pulling me tightly into you. One of your hands behind my head, so you can crush my mouth with yours. Mouth on mine, tongue in my mouth. I can feel myself melting into you, opening up to you, giving you all of me, my mouth is just the start.
You pull back again and look at me again. The sparks between us are incredible. Even standing apart, I can still feel your one hand on my hip, the other in my hair. We're breathing heavily already, and we haven't even started touching each other.
"The anticipation has been killing me all day, baby," you say. "I want to go slowly and savor this, but it is taking all my willpower. I want to rip your clothes off and take you right here."
"Oh god," I begin to say, to tell you that I'm in the same place of wanting, but you don't let me get anything else out. Because you're kissing me again pushing me up against the wall, pressing yourself against me. I can feel how hard you are already, feel you against my tummy. I push myself into you, so you know I am there. There's a break in the kiss and I ask if you want wine, or, and my voice trails off...
"Wine," you say definitively.
I lead you into the kitchen and pour you a glass. I am almost trembling from need, from the intensity of what I feel and want. I give you your glass and pick up mine, and we both take a sip. You are still looking at me intensely and I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not usually this uncertain or passive.
You put down your glass and reach for mine, taking it out of my hand. "We need to go upstairs," you say. You take me by the hand, taking me to the stairs. Then you step aside, to let me go up first. I take the first step, and then feel your hands on my hips, stopping me.
"Slow, baby. Walk up the stairs slowly so I can watch." I blush again. You have always told me that you love my ass. I've never felt comfortable with my body, not the way you make me feel. You make me feel seen and wanted, like my body is beautiful. I slow down going up the stairs, your hands still on my hips. I can almost feel your eyes, watching my ass, watching the curve of my jeans where my ass meets my legs, right there at my pussy. Knowing you are staring makes me even wetter. "God, I love your ass," you say. "I love watching you move."
In my room, next to my bed, you stop me, turn me and again put your lips on mine. Gentle, then increasing in passion. Our mouths part and your tongue is in my mouth. I meet it with my own. Wanting you to know how much I love the way you taste. I really could just kiss you all day, well, maybe not this day. Because this day I need you too badly.
I wrap my arms around your neck, pushing myself up so my breasts are against your chest. Pushing my mouth against yours, harder. The feeling of your tongue playing against mine, soft and hard and hot. I love the way you kiss me. There haven't been enough, and I sometimes wonder how there ever can be, because I crave your kisses as much as I crave the rest of you.
"Baby," I whisper in your ear, "Your touch feels so amazing. Your hands... please..."
You take me by the back of my neck again, and pull my mouth to yours. Your other hand starts rubbing down from my waist, between my legs, and I moan into your mouth.
You gently push me down onto my bed, and then lie down next to me. You kiss me hard again, you're your tongue deep in my mouth, and I can feel your hand return back down between my legs, rubbing me through my jeans. It feels so amazing and I am grinding on your hand wantonly while you increase the pressure until it is almost painful. I'm certain you can feel the heat thru my jeans, if not my wetness.
You alternate between kissing my mouth and kissing my neck. None of it gentle. Occasionally, I you're your teeth on my neck, and my collarbone. Your other hand is still behind my head, holding me there, your fingers entangled in my hair.
The hand between my legs captures one of my hands and puts it on your cock. "Feel how hard I am for you, baby? You make me so hard." I moan in response, breathless. I love it when you talk to me and you know this. You know what your words do to me. I love the way you talk to me, knowing what you're thinking. How dirty your mind really is.
Then you begin to unbutton my jeans and pull them down off of me. You sit up and pull my sweater off over my head also. And then you stand up and pull your shirt off over your head. I moan at the sight of your chest and your shoulders. You are so damn sexy, your body is such a turn on for me. While you do this, your eyes never leave me as I lie there in my lacy bra and panties, waiting for your touch.
I sit up and undo the button of your jeans, and then begin to unzip them. I stop and kiss your stomach, kiss that mole that I love so much, right above your waistband. You return your hand to my hair again, to the back of my head. You are pressing my face to your stomach and then, pushing my mouth lower, to the waistband of your underwear. I drag my tongue down your stomach, preparing to take down your shorts. But you pull me back and again gently push me so I'm lying on my back... you finish taking off your jeans and your underwear yourself. Your hard cock straining towards me, the tip looking wet and so delicious. I want to take it in my mouth but decide instead to let you lead so I lie there, watching you finish undressing, wanting you.
You come back to the bottom of the bed and sit down next to me, by my feet. You put your hand on my ankle and runs it up my calf, over my knee, on top of my thigh. Then over my tummy making me catch my breath, your touch is so light. Then your hand goes over my ribs to my bra covered breast. I catch my breath at the sensation.
"You like that," you ask. "Like my hand there?" You reach into my bra, pushing both cups down so they holds my tits up higher, presenting them to you. Then you grab my breast and then take the nipple between your fingers and pinch lightly. "That? Does that feel good?"
I gasp, "Yes!" and your pinch gets harder. You pull on my nipple a little. "Oh, yes," I moan. "That feels so good, baby."
Now you are lying on the bed next to me. Your hard naked body pressed up against me, so I can feel the wet tip of his cock against my hip. We lie there facing each other and you keep pulling at the nipples of my tits, one after the other, back and forth. I am watching you face but you are watching your hand on my nipples. I have this incredible sensation in my nipples, connecting them down to my core, as I feel you keep pinching them and pulling each nipple away from my body, twisting and shaking them a little each time. Over and over, you do this, so my nipples get super hard, and they stand up and out from my breasts. I am panting and moaning from your touch.
Then you take one into your warm mouth. The contrast to the chilly air and the pinching feels so good. "Oh, god, baby," I moan, arching my back and reaching up to cup my tit, and push it towards your mouth, craving more.
You take this time to put your hand back down between my legs and demandingly pushing my thighs apart. Then you brush your fingertips over the satin of my panties, pushing your finger up into me, but outside my panties still.