I managed to hear the knocks amidst the sound of the shower. A man’s voice called from the door.
It was late, almost midnight. Who could that be?
I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I heard the faint knocks again through the open bathroom door. I turned the shower off and stood there naked, slick with unwashed suds and dripping with water that suddenly cooled with the air. I listened for any additional sounds and debated whether to get out of the shower. While I didn’t hear any more knocks, I figured I should at least check.
I stepped out of the tub and onto the bath mat. I squeezed what water I could from my hair, grabbed a white towel, dried my face, and quickly wrapped it around my torso.
I nimbly walked over to the apartment door while clutching the towel to my breast. I peered through the peephole as I watched a man walk away toward the elevators.
I gasped, my heart beat fast. I could recognize his wavy hair, his broad shoulders, his narrow hips, and his gait from a hundred feet away. It was him! I hastened to unlock the door, swung it open and called, “Jason!”
I stood in the door as his familiar face came turned to face me. His eyes opened wide and as he walked toward me. I rushed over to him, one hand still holding the wet towel to my body.
I reached out both my arms and wrapped them around his neck as tight as I could. He hugged me back just as tightly around my waist and lifted me off the ground as he always did. Once my bare feet returned to the ground, I let go of his neck and reached for his face with both my hands. I stared deep into his familiar hazel eyes.
“Hey.” I whispered.
“Hey.” He responded.
I haven’t seen him in four months since his job took him abroad, and we barely talked due to the time difference. I didn’t expect him for another month. Though at this moment, I didn’t question it.
He lifted his left hand and placed it on my neck. His cold hand made me shiver. His right hand moved up toward my face as his fingers combed into my wet hair. We both took a breath, our hearts pounding. The four months I spent without any intimacy finally ended as we desperately leaned into a kiss.
We pulled our faces toward each other as our lips touched. My lips, still warm and soft from the shower met his which were still cold and dry from the autumn air. But his hot tongue surprised me when it slipped between my lips. I accepted it wholeheartedly and wished for more. We stood alone in the middle of the hallway kissing more passionately than we have ever done before.
And during our kisses, my towel had loosened around my breasts without me knowing, and slipped. As the hem of the towel brushed my nipples, I realized that I was going to be naked in the middle of the building hallway. But only when the towel fell to the ground did I release my lips from his and looked down. I huddled closer to his body, my soft breasts flattening against his chest.
Jason, quickly realizing the exposure of my bare body, reached down and grabbed the towel on the floor. He lifts me up as he stands up, both my legs off to the side. He holds the towel against my back and swiftly walks toward my open door of my apartment while I keep my arms around his neck.
After closing the door with his foot, he walks over to the couch, drops the towel aside, and sits down with me naked on his lap. We look at each other and both chuckled at our potentially awkward moment. His smile was bright and beautiful; I had almost forgotten how happy it made me. My laugh soon transitioned into tears as I realize the full extent which I had missed him. I lean my forehead onto his and let the tears roll down my cheeks. He begins to dry me of my tears with his kisses and whispers, “I missed you too.”
I lean my head on his shoulder, on arm wrapped around his neck while my left hand is rested on his chest. He holds me for a few minutes, his hands held together at my waist, and it felt good.
I stroked the fabric of his jacket on his chest. I felt the cold metal buttons and zipper touch my skin. I wanted to touch him, feel his warm skin against mine. As if reading my mind, he shifted and removed his jacket, a dark patch soaked at the shoulder from my wet hair.
I returned to leaning against his shoulder, stroking his the cotton of his dress shirt, my hand closer to his skin. I slowly unbuttoned a few buttons and slid my hand between the fabric as I encountered his warm skin. I unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and continued to stroke him, and feel every muscle under his skin. I slid his shirt off his shoulders as I straddled him. He held my wet back as water continued to drip from my hair. My breath was hot, and he felt it while I kissed his neck. I heared him breathe deeply, and I felt a bulge growing within his pants, the rough fabric touching my bare labia. I wanted him so badly at this moment. I wanted him closer, I wanted to feel him, I wanted to him to be inside me and never leave my body.
I lift my body, my hands on his shoulders and move my hips slowly, grinding him gently/ Feeling the friction on my clit I leaned my head by his ear. I breathed heavily on his neck. We both knew we wanted it.
And suddenly, he lifted me up. I continued to kiss his shoulders as he carried me to the bedroom. He dropped me onto my unmade bed, and my arms and legs sprawled out. Jason stood there observing my vulnerable body. He kneeled onto the bed, knees by my thighs, reached down and kissed my stomach making a path upwards upwards toward my breastbone. He cradled each of my breasts with each hand and squeezed, his thumbs grazing my nipples and areola. Once my nipples hardened on my soft breasts he pinched and brought his mouth over to suck and tickle them with his tongue. I breathed in deeply.
I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. I pulled his fly down, but his hands stopped mine. He grabbed them and pulled my arms over my head. He shifted me further up the bed as he leaned in once more. His tender lips met mine and we kissed. He moved his hands, grabbed my waist and headed lower down my body. He teased his lips between my wet pussy. I prepared myself for his rough tongue. I forgotten the degree of pleasure it brought me. The sensation grew and grew while his tongue tapped it, licked it and sucked it. My back arched into a deeper curve. He stopped before I could climax; it was his turn.
He slid onto his side beside me his mouth wet with my juices. After recovering from that burst of sensation, I sat up, wiped his mouth clean with my hand and kissed him. While doing so I brought my hands down and pulled his pants down. This time he helped pull them off his legs, revealing his engorged penis.
I pushed him onto his back and went for the erect piece of flesh. I lubricated the shaft with my wet tongue, rubbed with my hands, and kissed the tip before I shoved it into my mouth. Pulled his penis into my mouth and out, letting my rough tongue adding both saliva and sensation to its every entrance and exit. I heard his moans grow louder as my head bobbed faster and faster. I lifted my head for the last time and quickly transitioned to straddling him and guiding his dick into me. I rode him with unending energy, moving my hips up and down and up and down, hitting my clit against his pubic bone, and smooth muscles tightly wrapping around his dick, his fingers clenching my hips. We gasped for breath with every movement.
We managed to flip over, him on top of me, without breaking rhythm. I reached to finger my clit, overwhelming my senses. My muscles spasmed and my whole body shook. I felt the greatest explosion of pleasure. And as he continued, moving faster and faster, he came. I felt the fluid fill my inner cavity. We weren’t wearing any protection nor was I taking any pills, but I didn’t care. At that moment, I only embraced the warmth he filled me with.
He slid himself out, breathing hard and collapsed beside me. I turned and reached out to touch his arm and grasp his hand. He turned his head toward me and I moved in closer to give him another kiss. We were hot, and I felt his radiating body heat in the cool bedroom air. We lay there, our naked sweaty sticky bodies sinking into the wet and wrinkled sheets.
I close my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, comforted by his presence, my head hidden within Jason’s naked chest and my body wrapped in his arms.
I awoke still naked, but covered with a sheet. I shivered. I reached out. The bed was empty and cold. I sat up, holding the thin sheet closer and sighed with an overwhelming sadness. A lump grew in my throat. I tried to hold it back. I stared at the white linen and stroked my hand across the wrinkles.
A faint smell of coffee entered the room.
“Hey.”
I turned around to see my boyfriend standing in the doorway with a cup of warm coffee. I cried anyway.
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