“I’ve waited so long for this.” [MF] [slow and sultry]

As I walk up to the swanky hotel bar, I see him sitting at a table off to the side, sipping a drink. He smiles when he sees me, and I sit down at the stool across from his. “I see you started without me,” I say teasingly.

“Only to make sure it’s good, of course,” he replies with a grin. He slides the glass across the table to me. “Gin and ginger ale. Give it a try.”

I take a sip and nod approvingly.

“I’ll get you one.” He gets up and walks toward the bar before I can protest. As he goes, I sneak a peek at the black tattoo that curls around his left bicep. I’ve always had a strange fixation on that tattoo. Maybe it’s just because it draws attention to his toned arms. He’s asked me to a drink so we can discuss the conference we’ve attended today. He and I have worked together for nearly a year now, yet I still find it difficult to keep my mind only on business when he’s around.

He returns with the drink, and we talk about the day. The drinks keep flowing, and our conversation grows lighter and full of laughter. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I joke once I’m three drinks in.

He laughs and finishes his drink in a large swallow. “It’s more for me, really. ‘Liquid courage,’ as they say.”

“Courage for what?”

His face goes suddenly serious as he sets down the empty glass and looks me directly in the eye. “I’m going to seduce you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Seduce me?” A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, and I assume he must be joking. “How?”

His full smile returns, and he leans in close like he’s telling me a secret. “I’ve got a whole plan,” he says, a conspiratorial sparkle in his eye. “It’s foolproof, tried-and-true. I’m going with the old backrub trick.”

I laugh again. “What are you—”

Before I can finish my sentence, he’s suddenly standing behind me. His hands press into my back, fingers working in circles, exploring the structure of my muscles. I’m too shocked to react. “Oh, so tight, let me help you with that!” he says in an exaggerated voice, laughing.

Then he adds, “Wait, your muscles are actually super tight. Are you stressed or what?” His hands become gentler, thumbs pressing into the groove between my shoulder blades and traveling up and down alone my spine.

I force a laugh, though my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. “I guess so. Long day, you know?”

He continues massaging my back and shoulders. It’s a strange sensation, as I feel my muscles slowly relax beneath his touch, while my mind is growing tenser with every second. *Is this part of a joke? Is he just being nice?* I wonder.

His hands travel down my arms, his chest now pressed against my back. He uses his thumbs to massage the palms of my hands, which is unexpectedly soothing. His face is so close to mine that I can feel the ends of his stubbly beard pricking against my cheek. The tattooed bicep nudges against my arm.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, his voice low. “Your pulse seems to be racing. Could it be that my master seduction plan is working?” There’s a note of laughter in his voice, yet somehow I get the feeling that he’s not joking. I’m suddenly aware of my breathing, which has become fast and shaky. He’s close enough that he must be able to hear it.

Through my back, I can faintly make out his heartbeat. “I could say the same of you,” I reply, trying to make my voice sound playful and nonchalant.

He laughs. “It’s been like that since you walked in.”

“Why?” It’s a stupid question, but my brain is too foggy to make sense. I tell myself it’s just the alcohol, and not the feeling of his breath on my neck.

“Because I’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen tonight.” I can feel his gaze on me, and I turn up my head towards his. He moves his face closer, so close that his lips nearly brush against mine as he whispers, “Finally, after all this time, I’m going to make love to you.”

My head is swimming. I feel drunker than I ought to from just three drinks. His piercing blue eyes are intoxicating. Without realizing it, I find myself moving my lips closer to his.

He smiles and pulls away. “Too many prying eyes here, I think.”

I try to hide my disappointment. Apparently I don’t do a very good job, because he laughs before he says, “Let’s get out of here.”

He holds out a hand, and I take it without hesitation. He takes me to the elevator and presses the button. His arm snakes around my waist and pulls me closer. I can’t take my eyes off his lips. He gently strokes my cheek with his thumb, and for a moment I think he’s going to kiss me. Then another group of people approaches and we pull away, though his hand stays in the curve of my waist.

It seems to take an eternity for the elevator to arrive. We pile in along with the group of others. As we wait for our floor, his hand creeps down to caress my ass. I lay my head on his shoulder. His breath sounds even faster than mine.

When the door opens on our floor, we practically run out of the elevator. He leads me to his door. He fumbles with his wallet, trying to find the cardkey. I assume it’s just the alcohol, but when he finally fishes it out, he flashes me a grin as he says, “Can you tell I’m a little nervous?” I start to wonder how on earth someone so seductive could also be nervous, but then the door is open and he pulls me inside.

The moment the door closes, I hear him murmur, “Fucking finally,” before he pushes me against a wall, his body pressed against mine. I gasp reflexively.

He seems surprised by his own forcefulness. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching my face for any sign that I may have changed my mind.

I smile to reassure him. My heartbeat feels like it’s filling the entire room.

He puts a hand on the back of my head and the other on my waist, pulling me closer. My hand goes to his cheek, stroking the rough stubble. I feel his breath against my lips, smell his musky cologne.

And then he kisses me, gently at first, then with a building passion. He holds me tight against him, and something in his touch communicates a deep longing. The longing surprises me, and I wonder how long he’s wanted this. I feel his tongue against mine and twist my fingers into his hair.

When we finally come up for air, we’re both flushed and panting. He has a huge smile on his face as he says breathlessly, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He kisses me again, hungrily, greedily. His hands sneak under my shirt and pull it up over my head. I pull his off too, and for a moment the sight of him shirtless in the moonlit room paralyzes me. *God, he’s so beautiful.*

With slightly-shaking hands, he unhooks my bra and tosses it to the floor. He cups my breasts, thumbs tracing circles around my nipples. I press a hand to the crotch of his pants, feeling his erection.

We’re kissing again, clumsily undoing belts and unzipping pants, and then we’re standing in front of each other, completely nude. He takes a step back and looks at me, his expression pure desire. Then he scoops me up and tosses me onto the bed. He climbs on top, and I feel his cock nudging against my entrance, teasing me with its pressure. I’m so wet that he could easily slide right in. “Oh god, I want to fuck you right now,” he whispers huskily.

I wrap my legs around him and try to pull him inside, but he resists. “Not yet,” he murmurs, beginning to kiss his way down my neck. “I’m going to do this right.”

He takes my nipple in his mouth. I let out a gasp of pleasure as he sucks, gently pinching the other nipple with his hand. Then he continues down, trailing kisses along my belly. I feel the heat of his breath against my labia, and then he slides his tongue into me. My back arches as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. I begin to moan as his tongue teases my clit, his stubbly beard rough against my thigh. His hands travel back up to my breasts, pinching my nipples more forcefully.

I gasp again, feeling the slow burn of an orgasm beginning to build. His tongue moves rhythmically, its tempo increasing as my moans grow louder. I press my hand to my mouth to stifle the noise, toes curling, legs tensing. I’m nearly to the edge when he stops suddenly and says in a low voice, “I can’t take it anymore, I’ve got to have you.”

He practically leaps back on top of me, his hands pinning mine against the bed. I feel his cock pressing against my clit, and then he enters me, so slowly that it’s torturous. His lips brush against mine as we both moan. I try to push him in faster with my legs, but he’s too strong. The pleasure builds as he slides in farther, until finally his cock is buried deep in me. He holds it there for a moment, and I feel the fullness of it, listening to our ragged breathing.

He fucks me, slowly thrusting in and out, gradually increasing the pace. His hands are shaking as they grip mine. I press my lips against his to stifle my moans, which are becoming dangerously close to screams as his thrusts grow faster.

As I approach the brink of orgasm, I feel myself tighten around his cock, and he lets out a loud moan. “Come with me,” I murmur, pulling a hand away from his grip to pinch my own nipple. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

“Fuck,” he moans, the muscles in his arms starting to twitch. “I’m gonna come.”

He crushes his lips against mine, and I reach the cliff, my body convulsing from the waves of pleasure washing over me. His body shudders as he comes too, a loud sigh erupting from him as he fills me. He moans my name as he rests his head on my chest. A bead of sweat slides down a strand of his hair onto my skin. I feel his seed dripping down my thighs.

We lay there motionless for a long while, breathless, exhausted. Finally he picks me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, and steam fills the room as we wash each other, mesmerized by each other’s bodies. It feels like he’s covering every square inch of my skin in kisses. I stroke his cock, which grows hard again with my touch. Our bodies can’t resist each other. We make love again in the shower, his hands squeezing my breasts as he takes me from behind. Finally we emerge from the bathroom to flop down naked on the bed, utterly spent.

He puts his arm around me, the one with the tattoo that I’d always pined after, and I lay my head on his chest. I wonder how I’ll ever manage to talk business with him again at work. He sighs contentedly, and I decide that I don’t care about any of that. All that matters is the two of us in this moment, our bodies intertwined, feeling our hearts beat together.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/by272k/ive_waited_so_long_for_this_mf_slow_and_sultry