NOW

First posted August 11, 2011

She hungers for his touch.  Every waking moment is spent with him on her mind.  He invades her dreams.  Even in the dreams not about him, he is there in the periphery, watching.

Her body tingles and aches at the thought of him, but is kept at the precipice, waiting.    At the sound of his voice, it awakens, wet.

He calls and she answers.  He commands and she goes to him.  When they meet, she is still tentative.  His desire for her is almost palpable but she is afraid of overstepping.

He pulls her to him and she snuggles into his lap.  His breath is warm on her face as he speaks to her.  His lips are soft and gentle when he kisses her.  His voice is quiet yet compelling, as he whispers to her.

She has had other men.  She has loved others and in turn been loved.  None have affected her as he has.

She watches him intently as his hands wander, stroking her legs and hips.  She wonders why he has chosen her but is happy that he has.  His palms slide across her belly until finally settling on her breasts.  He seemingly weighs them in his hands, then his thumbs stroke the nipples softly, barely perceptible.  For her sensitive nipples, it is like rubbing sandpaper across them.  She inhales sharply letting the wave of electricity and longing wash over her.  Her back arches and as she is pushing her breasts harder into his grip, she feels him twitch and harden beneath her. 

He lowers his face to her left breast and his tongue snakes out from between his lips to take a quick taste.  The point of it circles around her tiny nipples thoroughly wetting her dark areolas.  They pucker at first then fill as her nipples grow harder.  His mouth opens wider and both the nipple and areola disappear into it.  As he starts to suckle, she feels his tongue rubbing along the underside of her nipple pressing it against his hard palate. 

She reaches out, cradling his head in her left hand while stroking his temple with her right.  Her heart is pounding so hard that she is sure he must both feel and hear it.  Her head tips forward to plant a kiss on his forehead.  She realizes how very much she loves him and how different her life is now with him in it.

He pulls his mouth away from her left breast to kiss her slow and gentle before moving to the other side.  When his breath touches her right breast, the more sensitive one, her whole body jerks.  His eyes are watching her as he pulls that nipple between his lips and resumes nursing.  Her eyes close and she shudders.  She could explode now in deep wrenching spasms, but it is not time yet.  He does not permit it yet.  Teetering on the brink, she wills her heart to slow down while taking deep breaths to relax herself.

She is wet, so wet that she can feel a single drop slowly sliding down her nether lips into the crack of her ass.  She can smell herself, the heat building up in her core pushing the scent upward toward her nostrils.  She feels the let down reflex in her breast and a gush of new warmth between her legs in response.

He reaches down and massages her mons with the heel of his hand, while his fingers dip in to the slick pool below it.  Shifting, he lays her on her back, his mouth never leaving her breast.  His fingers explore deeper into her.  Sighing, she stretches out then reaches down between his legs.  Her fingers deftly undo his pants and release the hardness residing inside. 

Her soft hands grip its shaft and her fingers trace the veins running up its length.  Her thumb extends out to brush against the soft sponginess of its crown and she strokes the ridge running along the underside.  She hears him groan and smiles.

He inserts a digit in to her, then two, gently stretching her.  She spreads her legs wider to allow him deeper access.  When his thumb hits her clit, she tenses and her opening clenches around his fingers.  She looks at him questioning…pleading.  In his eyes she sees his answer.  “Not yet”

She closes her eyes again and wills the storm to back down again. 

His ministrations don’t stop and soon she is writhing under him.  She is lost in the complete need she has for him to take her.  A low growl starts at the back of her throat, her breath coming in heaving gasps. 

His cock, the head wet with precum, is still in her hand and he extricates it and places himself over her.  She cries out at the loss of contact but starts to purr again when she feels him at her entrance. 

Her eyes fly open when he penetrates her fully.  She sees him shake his head and her body shudders with the effort of holding the waves back.  She moans and clutches at him as he rides her, his cock pulling nearly out then sinking back into her molten depths over and over again.  She feels her walls twitch around him.  He whispers words of encouragement, words of love, words of desire into her ears.

His voice gets deeper, huskier and she feels his body start to tense.  Tears are forming in her eyes at her efforts, her breathing ragged.  As she opens her eyes to look at him, he smiles and she hears the word she is looking for.  “Now”