Saturday morning. The notion gradually dawns on me as I wake and sense the sun outside, the curtains swaying in the breeze. I remember the previous night and smile. It was a nice party and even nicer to get back to your place. We hadn't seen each other for ten days because of work, classes and family obligations, so that made our re-uniting even sweeter. It felt so good to be inside you. Sooooo damn good. The truth, though, was that I was tired and I came quickly. Too quickly. The wine had made me sleepy and a long day had taken its toll. And though you came, too, sweetly filling the air with those little feminine squeals of delight, you deserved more.
I turned in the bed to find you, but you weren't there. Then I realized the steady drum of the shower coming from the bathroom. You were already up. I threw the covers back and rose, heading for the downstairs bathroom. By the time I had downed a glass of orange juice and made coffee, you were done. The water had stopped and I heard the blow drier on "Low" (You were trying not to wake me?). I poured a mug of coffee and went back upstairs with another for you.
You were standing at the sink in a tank top and panties when I opened the door, fussing with your hair. You jumped when you saw me and then smiled. I love that smile! I love knowing you're happy. I came forward and took your body in my arms as you melted back against me and smiled. "I didn't want to wake you," you said, snuggling your shower-fresh body against me.
"I know. You always put me first, Jane, and I will always love you for it."
I wrap my arms around your stomach and lay my head on your neck, inhaling a faint perfume and the smell of your clean skin. I kiss your neck and nip you with my lips and teeth. I feel your body stiffen in delight, so I continue more of the same with the other side of your neck, blowing lightly in your ear, sucking your earlobe.
You arch your back in pleasure, so I slip my hands beneath your tank top and slide then up and down your sides getting closer and closer to your breasts. You reach out and steady yourself on the sink as my hands come slowly up to your breasts and caress them, catching and pulling one nipple, then the other between my open fingers. You shiver in delight, so I do it again, magnifying the effect by a gentle sucking of your neck.
"I'll give you an hour to cut that out!" you say.
"Don't rush me," I reply with a smile.
My dick is now hard, so I push it against your rear. You feel yourself melting a little, and squeeze your vagina muscles and spread your legs a little to steady yourself. I reach down with one hand and slide it across the front of your panties. I tease and caress you, taking satisfaction in every little twitch and moan...trailing my fingertips along the leg band of your panties, feeling the ridge of your outer labia and the soft furrow between them.
Making you moan becomes my goal, and my fingers rotate on your soft pussy lips until I hear a drawn out "ummm--nnnnnnnnh" accompanied by a deep breath. I can feel the texture of your pubic hair through the thin material, and I toy with the strands at the edge of your panty crotch. I can feel the heat from your pussy now, and I feel the dampness in your crotch from the first precious drops of moisture deep within you.
"Can't you just take my panties off?" you ask plaintively.
I resist that request and slip one finger under the fabric. I am fully awake now and not tired at all. This time you will get the lovemaking you deserve. I want to see how slow I can go, how much I can tease you, so I rub back and forth in the same spot again and again, advance a millimeter and repeat the process. Your pubic hair is starting to dampen and I can smell your sweet essence in the air.
I'd love to pull your panties down quickly, spread your legs wide and bury my tongue in your wet folds, but I resist. I'd rather tease you and hear more of those sexy moans; I'd rather tease you and see just how wet you can get. We have nothing but time, no place to go and nothing to do but enjoy each other.
I hear you groan in frustration as my teasing fingers slip back and forth at the edge of those swollen lips. You jerk involuntarily again and complain at the slowness of my progress, but my only answer is to kiss your back and sides and trail my tongue across your delicious skin.
I have to steady you now because your strength has flowed away, so I do, dropping down slowly. I wrap my arms around your body and press my face into your back. I kiss every exposed spot of skin on your lower back and slowly peel more of your panties down, repeating the process until my tongue trails up and down the crack of your trembling ass.
"Be merciful, speed it up a little!"
"Unnnnnh-unnnnh," I taunt through closed lips. "I've got nothing but time..."
I resume my slow and "heartless" kisses on your backside and slip your panties a little lower so that my fingers can tease your delectable ass. I kiss my way up to your lower back then down to where the swell at the top of your thighs becomes the bottom of your butt. I ease your legs a little wider and alternately kiss and trail my fingers through the valley between your cheeks. I feel your clenching buttocks and smile at the sight of your tightly closed anus, which I tickle and tease with the barest of pressure from my fingertip.
I feel you drop down slightly to increase the pressure, but I decline for several minutes, then wet my finger and slowly plunge it up your rear, wiggling it and rotating as I go. Your delighted "Uh-uh-ohhhhhhs" are music to my ears, as is the sharp intake of breath. I pump you slowly while I kiss and suck the soft flesh of your rear, which starts another round of moaning. You're so aroused that I can see a couple wet lines trailing down the inside of your thighs to soak your panties. And I am as hard as I've ever been and as hard as I'm ever likely to be. Your trembling, swaying body is alive and I smile to see you ease up to the sink and push against it, just to do SOMETHING with your body...anything to ease the tension you feel inside.
I pull your panties down your thighs and off slowly, admiring the view of the lower half of your body. My hands glide up and down your legs, feeling their smooth contour. You must have shaved very recently, maybe even this morning. Responding to a force as basic as magnetism or gravity, the fingers on my other hand glide between your legs and rub your warm and wet slit with the lightest pressure from my thumb. I kneel down to get a better view of your pussy and smile at the sight. With a slight pressure I separate your beautiful dark labia, which stick together wetly, then open. My forefinger teases your wet fold and I love hearing the quiet almost slurping sounds your pussy lips make.