I collected my luggage and scanned the airport for familiar faces. He knew I was coming in today but I didn't expect him to come pick me up. Our phone conversations had been so full of sexual tension lately that I think we were both nervous about seeing each other again. It had been nearly ten years. Would we live up to each others expectations?
When I didn't see anyone I recognized waiting for me, I proceeded out the doors to hail a cab. "Best Western Cedar Park please" I told the cabby as he loaded my bag into the trunk. I was anxious, excited and unbelievably turned on. I knew how I intended our reuniting to go, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way.
At the hotel, I unpacked my things. 'Should I call him?' I thought to myself, 'no, he knows I'm coming in today, he'll call me.' As I deliberated back and forth between calling him and not, there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called out
"Who do you think?" was the reply.
My heart was in my throat as I opened the door, and I couldn't cool my burning desire for him. I beamed and my heart jumped at the sight of him. Here. In front of me. It had been too long. Without a word he kissed me. His one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in, his other on my hip, venturing towards my ass. I felt my knees weaken and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. The kiss was perfect. No words would have suited what needed to be said between us, but that kiss said it all: years of longing, of truly missing and needing each other. It was tender, sweet and gentle, but still firm and passionate. As we parted I looked him in the eyes. "Hey you." I practically whispered, smiling.
He smiled back, "hey."
I pulled him into the room and shut the door, making sure to hang the 'do not disturb' sign on the knob. He turned, pushing me into the now closed door, kissing my neck, along my jawbone, nibbling on my ear before kissing me full on the lips again and pressing himself against me. I could feel his hardness against my thigh and shifted my weight so it would press against the right spot. He grinded into me and I moaned. "Don't think I've forgotten how much you like that." He practically hissed into my ear. "I haven't forgotten anything."
No more innuendos like when we talked on the phone. No more holding things back. We weren't kids anymore either. This was real, grown up, and hot. "I don't want to hold anything back from you." I told him, between kisses.
"I've waited too long to take things slow." He replied. I pushed against him, moving towards the bed. My hands pulled at his sweater, desperately trying to free him from its constriction. He pulled it over his head and quickly did the same with mine. My bra quickly found itself on the floor, and he cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed them, then swirled each nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly as I fumbled with the button on his pants. He stepped out of them and his boxers as I pushed him onto the bed. I kissed him hard, and tried not to think too much about what I was next going to do. He'd told me in the past he had fantasized about my blowjobs, and I was worried he'd built them up in his head. I wanted to live up to my own reputation! I slid down his body, leaving a trail of light kisses on his chest. I reached my goal, but decided to tease him a bit.
"Can you handle... waiting... a little... longer?" I asked as I kissed gently, first the inside of one thigh, then the other.
He moaned softly and managed to utter, "you're cruel."