Part 2 will not be as sexy for you if you don't read Part 1 first (same title). (Edited for formatting error.)
It's been a restless week since I last saw you. I've gotten up in the morning, gone to work, gone to lunch, gone back to work, and gone home again like always, but I'm especially distracted this week. Every time I caught my legs naturally falling open under my desk, I couldn't help but imagine your tongue between them.
The day I've needed for so long finally arrives and I'm basically a zombie the entire day. Can't stop thinking about what I'll wear, how you'll be in bed, what you might ask me to do. I spend way more time than necessary going through my bra collection in my head, trying to pick which one is sexiest without trying too hard.
Just as it starts to get dark, I pull into my parking spot at my apartment. My phone vibrates.
italicsI'll text you when we close up shop for the night. I'll see you soon.italics
My heart jumps. I go into the apartment, make myself a nice dinner, and try to relax in the bathtub. Before I know it, you text me again.
italics Address? italics
I give it to you after a few minutes.
italicsOn my way.italics
Something about how direct you are turns me on even more, which I didn't think was possible at this point. I put on yoga pants and a t-shirt over my favorite bra and underwear combo. I take a shot of whiskey because I'm starting to freak out a little–hopefully the burn of the whiskey will calm me down.
italicsI'm outside.italics
I walk down the stairs and open the door, to find you standing there with 2 bottles wrapped in paper bags. I see you wearing something other than your work uniform for the first time and it surprises me how much I like you in a plaid button-down with the sleeves rolled up, like the good old Southern boys we like to mock at the bar.
"Hi," you say with a smile.
"Hi," I say, laughing nervously.
"I brought a present."
"For me? You shouldn't have."
There's an undeniably awkward pause. "So, uh, you wanna head upstairs?" I say.
"Yeah, but first–do you have roommates?"
"Yeah, but they're gone for the night."
Before I can say anything, you've dropped the bottles on the couch and start to walk towards me, my back against the door.
"It's been a while," you say.
"Yeah," I say, somehow out of breath. You put your hands behind my head, studying my face. I notice how much taller you are than I am. You dip your head down as if to kiss me but you brush your lips against mine and look into my eyes again. I want to pull you into me but I don't want to rush it too much.
You read my mind and kiss me with your whole body. I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding and my hands reach under your elbows to try to feel your back underneath my fingers. Your whole body is suddenly pinning me against the wall and you kiss me with the same intensity I've been craving all week, like this is the only chance we'll get but we've done this a thousand times before.
Instinctively, I jump up and wrap my legs around you–I can feel your warm, hard cock through your jeans as you reach out and grab my ass, only to groan into my mouth.
You break your face away from mine.
"Upstairs?" you say, breathlessly.
"Yes. Upstairs. Now." I say, only sort of aware of anything besides how much I need you to be on top of me.
We head into my room. Once I see my bed I remember how nervous I am, but I grab one of your bottles out of your hand to see what you've brought. You close the door behind us.
I open it and it looks like some kind of fancy whiskey. "Oh, thanks, this looks really nice," I say, realizing how lame it sounds once it comes out. You take the bottle out of my hand and put it on my night stand.
"Take off your clothes," you say. It's not a request, but it's not unkind. I take off my shirt first, then my bra. I push my yoga pants down and step out of them. Finally, I push my underwear down and push them to the side of the room with my foot.
I feel vulnerable standing there totally naked while you're fully clothed, but your expression as you look me up and down so slowly is worth it.
I grab your hand and start to play with it, kissing your palm and your fingertips, not breaking eye contact. You unbutton your shirt with your other hand. I notice your breathing has gotten a little ragged. You push your shirt off.
"Get on the bed right. now." You say.
I lay on the bed and watch as you take your pants and undershirt off, eyes never leaving my body. You push my legs open and greet me with the most delicious lick. I swear, I could have come right then and died and gone to heaven and have lived a full life.
You lick, nibble, and suck at all the right places in all the right ways for I don't know how long. It makes it so much harder to retain my composure when your moans muffled by my skin send all kinds of vibrations to my clit.
I decide I can't wait anymore and I pull you back up to me. I need to feel all of you. We kiss and I taste myself on your tongue. I laugh without thinking.
"Hey. How's it going?" You say, playfully.
"You know, pretty good. How are you?"
"You know, doing fine," you say, as you pin my arms behind my head with one hand and guide yourself into me with the other. We both let out involuntary moans as you enter me–I never thought anything could feel that good. Once I adjust to you, I'm ready for you to fuck me harder and longer than I've ever been fucked.
"God, you feel good," you say as your thrusts get deeper. My previous partners always tried to go too fast too soon, but you take it just slow enough so that we can really enjoy this. It makes me want to keep fucking you even more than I already did.
You start kissing down my neck just the way I like and stopping to nibble just below my jaw. I nibble your ear and I feel your laugh through my whole body.
"You wanna be the boss for a little while?"
"Uh, are you kidding? I'm always the boss," I say. We roll over so I'm on top and I position you at my entrance. I sink down on you while making eye contact, but your eyes start to roll back in your head. I rub my hands down your arms and all over your chest as I rise up and sink down on you over and over again.
I don't worry about having to go too fast with you, so I take my time to tantalize you. I leave a little bite on your lip so it tingles. Your hands go up and down my body, teasing my breasts at first but then go up and down my back to settle on my waist and hips. Then you pull me towards you and leave a bite-mark underneath my ribcage.
"Hey! That's my move!"
"Oh, wait, your move? I'm sorry, I had no idea you owned that." You flip me with one arm so I'm on all fours and you're pounding me from behind. This position always makes me come the hardest and I know I can't hold on much longer.
"It's okay…you can…have it," I say, gasping. Everything starts to get hot and my whole body tingles–I know what's coming. And so do you. "So, you gonna come for me?" You say. "Only if you tell me to."
You slide your hands up my back and pull them down to grab onto my hips to pull me into you with each quickening thrust.
"Come for me. Now."
I unravel. All of my muscles are tensing and relaxing at the same time and all I can feel is your hands on me and your cock in me and your legs hitting mine as you pound me. I silently thank my roommates for staying out that night because I can't contain the volume of my orgasm. I finally come down from my orgasm long enough to speak.
I turn to see your face and ask, "What about you, you about to–?"
I'm interrupted by you pulling out and ropes of cum shooting all over my back. "Ohhh, fuck."
"Well, I guess that answers that," I say, unable to stop smirking. You grab the towel by the door and clean the come off my back. We both sink into the bed, exhausted and sated.
"Remind me–why weren't we doing this before?" you say, running your fingers through my hair.
"I have no idea, but it was probably a dumb reason."
"Yeah, it probably was."
This was so much better than I imagined it would be. I fall asleep thinking about what the next time will be like…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3twmpk/how_are_you_supposed_to_wait_an_entire_week_when