For you, my Tamer, for what is yet to be.
You walk in my door, right on time, just as we had discussed. I am ready for you, dressed only in beige colored man’s dress shirt. Bare underneath, but you don’t know that for sure. I am conservative in my greeting of you, giving you time to take in your new surroundings. I know that you will need a little adjustment time to just find your way around inside the apartment. It is cool inside and the fans move the air in a way that allows for a slight breeze. I sit with my legs curled up to the side of me, patiently waiting for you to finish the walkthru.
You return to me, sitting down and stretching out your long legs. I look into those blue-grey eyes and wonder what you are thinking. No words have been or will be spoken between us. I only need to make sure that you are real and finally here. No more late night phone calls or online chatting. Here, for real, and in the flesh. I can smell your cologne as I am sure you can smell the dampness between my legs.
Closing my eyes, I carefully reach for your face. Slowly, gently, I move my hands over your face, as if committing each little detail to memory. I keep my eyes closed as my fingertips move over your cheeks, eyebrows, and then down to your lips. Tracing each lip lightly, I give a small gasp as you gently catch one finger between your teeth. I feel your weight shift as you turn towards me to give me better access to all of you. This is what I have waited for what seems forever for. The feel of you.
Your hands rest lightly on my thighs, fingertips gently stroking the skin. My hands move down to your neck, following the line of your jaw and moving to the back. Exploring your earlobes, I feel you suck in your breath, but I don’t stop. You have already told me that your ears are very sensitive. Reaching with just fingertips, I gently trace each ear. I finally reach the back of your neck, and pull your face close enough to mine to kiss you. But I don’t.
Instead, I wait and feel the warm, soft, sweet breath of you on my face. In my mind’s eye I can see the questioning expression on your face. Wondering just what the hell I am doing. Feeling you, my love, feeling you. Thinking on all the conversations that we have had, and of the one time that a misunderstanding nearly killed us both. I felt like my heart was being ripped out by the roots and I know that you felt the same way. I know that you are bone weary and need to rest, but I have need to feel you for now.
My hands wander down to the front of your shirt and begin to unbutton it, one button at a time. Taking the time to explore each new exposed are as I go. Your skin is clean, and very soft. The hair on your chest is soft, and feels like something that I want to rest my head on often. I gently bend and nuzzle your chest lightly. I can feel your breath becoming more rapid, and I can hear your heartbeat speeding up slightly. Your hands are getting a little more insistent on my thighs. Making longer strokes up higher and higher.