tremblingfluidheat

As I drive to the airport to fetch you, I realise how amazing something between us is. Six months together, three months apart and not one argument, and the thought makes me happy, draws us closer. My mind drifts to how you will be when I collect you, a big kiss then the inevitable distractions of arriving, and burbling about the trip. Until we are alone in the car, that is. I wonder what underwear you would have especially chosen for our physical reunion, not a decision you would have taken lightly. Will you let me know, or will I need to coax it out of you? Will you have on a dress and silk stockings, so that I can tease you? Or will it be Jeans and a bit of hard to get? You will have a naughty mind in spite of a 16 hour transit and 10 hours of jet-lag. Your hair will be perfect as always and your eyes dazzling. Your palm will be on my thighs and I will ache for you.

I will be aroused. I will be hoping that you will be naughty enough to bring me to the point of orgasm as we drive. I will not let you make me come, that is for later. First a stop with your family, and the agony of the pleasantries, the warm welcomes and the shared love. But we will both be aching to be alone, to retreat to the nest I have built for us. Just to be what we haven’t been for months apart, us. And the wait is unbearable. There will be the inevitable, aching, hidden, delicious secret hands on bodies when no-one is around, still further heightening the delicious tension. Hours that seem as days later we escape the loving, demanding space. Back into the car, with a long, intimate, engrossing kiss, and we leave in a hurry. Your hands are wrapped around my body and your body contorted so that your head rests in my lap, my erection pushing against your check, but the drive is short and we both know it. The loving embrace is erotic, but it is more close than seductive, and it is exactly what we need. I am aching and imagine you are too, but more tension now would be way too unbearable.

We arrive home and all bets are off. You back me into the room and begin tearing clothes off of me, I am constantly steps behind, fumbling I am barely upsetting your layers, you, on the other hand are forceful, in control and know exactly what you are doing, having planned this for months. My mind reels, will this be quick, hot, passionate and forceful, or unbearably drawn out, and I realise I don’t care which, I am putty in your hands. You back me onto the bed, I am all but naked. Your mouth engulfing my rigid cock, your first taste of me in months, as if my first time engulfed in your deliciously swirling hot wet mouth, I pull you away by your hair as I am about to come, your sex wet against my leg, through your silken panties. I am desperate for more. You rub yourself along me, knowing full well what this does to me, and I see the power in your eyes. What a turn on, I growl “fuck” and you moan in response. You stare right into me as you strip slowly. I am lying back, calves off the bed and you are kneeling, hovering, your gorgeous pussy just above me, you are opening yourself, by splitting the fingers of one hand, you are teasing me wonderfully. Just when I can’t stand it you lower yourself slowly onto me, just taking my tip in. Your hand is on yourself, pressing with pleasure , muscles fluttering me into submission as you slower lower yourself onto our impending first orgasm.