Worth The Wait 18

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."

"It's been what, 9 years since you've felt my mouth on you?" I asked, my lips practically touching him, pouring my hot breath over him. "What's a little -"

He cut me off, "please!"

"Oooh, we're begging!" I exclaimed playfully, caressing the length of him with a single fingertip. " I like begging."

"Please." He repeated.

"Please what?" I hissed, gently swirling the tip of his cock against my tongue.

"Don't' make me wait any longer." He pleaded, and inhaled sharply as I took his full length into my mouth, then groaned in pleasure.

I licked and sucked, rolling my tongue around him. I took him deep, hinting at what I was able to do, but keeping a few of my tricks for the time being. I savoured every moan. His hand rested on the back of my head, but he didn't push. I fully absorbed every minute of sucking his cock. I felt him twitch and he groaned as a surge of hot cum filled my mouth. I kept going until he was completely drained, then made sure to look at him while I swallowed. I saw a smile, a smile of satisfaction with a hint of wickedness. "Your turn," he said sweetly.

"Hun you don't have to," I protested, but he pushed his finger against my lips to shush me, and kissed me gently.

"This," he paused "I want to do for you." I sighed as he moved with me and laid me on the bed. He undid my pants and I lifted my hips as he wiggled them off. He slid his hand beneath my panties and his fingers caressed me. "You're so wet!" he hissed. I just smiled, savouring his touch. He kissed my neck, nibbling a bit on my collarbone as his fingers explored beneath my panties. He kissed my breasts, swirling his tongue around each nipple before continuing down my belly. As he reached my waist, he slid my panties off. I closed my eyes and felt his breath on me, then his mouth. His tongue gently explored me. I moaned aloud as he found my clit. He rolled his tongue on it and sucked gently, while he slid a finger, then two, back inside me. I moaned as his fingers thrust in and out and he rolled my clit in his mouth. The sensations intensified as I felt an orgasm building. I cried out as I came, pressing myself into his mouth and fingers. He didn't pull away until my cries subsided, my body stilled, and breathing started to slow. He looked up at me and smiled. When he slid up the bed to my face I kissed him, hard. I put my hands on his hips and he maneuvered on top of me. He stopped for a moment to look me in the eyes. His cock, now quite hard again, was pressed up against my thigh. I ached for him to be inside me and tried to wiggle my hips to get closer to him. "Who's begging now?" he asked with a smirk.

"I'm not begging," I insisted, "I'm demanding. I want you. Now." He kissed me and gently slid himself into my waiting core. We both moaned and looked into each other's eyes, without moving, savouring exactly how it felt to be connected this way. Slowly he began to thrust and I arched my back to feel him deep inside me. I could have stayed that way forever. The feeling of being with him at last was unbelievable. He had a hand in my hair, winding his fingers through it. His thrusting intensified, and I growled, grinding my hips to take him harder and deeper. For a second time I felt him shudder, and he thrust deeply as he came, moaning loudly in satisfaction, practically grunting my name. I beamed, kissing him as he withdrew from me. He collapsed on the bed beside me and caressed my cheek, brushing my hair out of my face.

"That was..." I paused, searching for a suitable word to describe what had just occurred.

"Well worth the wait." He finished.