[FM] Arrivals – Part One

This is written about meeting my long distance boyfriend for the first time. It starts off tame but hang in there if you can! Please let me know if you enjoy as I plan to write more of our endeavours.

My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest, and I’m trying my hardest not to cry from over-excitement. The last 8 months have been leading up to this moment. In about 5 minutes he will walk through those arrival gates in front of me, and my life will never be the same again. I can barely breathe; I’m shaking like a leaf and the whole room is spinning. I’m fighting off the overwhelming thoughts of self-doubt, the what ifs, the fear of him taking one look at me and turning straight back around again, trying my best to remain cool, calm and collected. It’s not working, I need him to come now, I can’t take the anticipation anymore, I’ve waited far, far too long for this moment. I alternate between sitting and standing, not knowing what to do with myself. Any minute now…any minute. I look down at my phone to check the time and make sure he hasn’t messaged to say he’s changed his mind; I look up at the sound of the door opening and people start walking in from arrivals. My eyes frantically scan everybody, searching for his face, I feel sick, what if he isn’t here, what if he stood me up, suddenly my eyes lock onto his familiar face, and a wave of calm washes over me. My feet forget how to move, torn between wanting to run towards him and my body not remembering how to function, I stumble awkwardly on the spot, almost as if blown over by a gust of wind, trust me to be awkward from the get go. Finding my feet again I approach him, drinking in the beauty of his entirety in front of me, he is even more perfect in person. With a soft and gentle “hi babe”, he envelopes me in his arms, and I hold on so tight to him, for the first time ever I am complete.

We stay like that for a moment, I can feel his heart beating in his chest, he is real, he is here, he is mine. I give him the squish I’ve been longing to do for months, before taking a step back to examine him properly. I’m at a loss for words, I knew I was going to be shy but this is a whole other level, as my eyes scan his face I am overwhelmed with my love, and lust for this exquisite man. Our eyes lock and his gorgeous smile makes an appearance, I bite my lip, finally I can do what I’ve waited for, for so long. I reach up to cup his face in my hand, his cheek is so soft, and I move in to kiss him. Our lips touch and my whole body ignites, it’s everything I dreamed of and so much more. Feeling his breath on my skin, his hands on my waist, his lips on mine, I almost forget where we are, I want nothing more than to stay in this moment forever. We smile as we pull away, and share a laugh as we compose ourselves. We’ve barely said 2 words to each other yet, I know he must also be incredibly shy and overwhelmed. Maybe he is hungry, it’s been a long flight for him. I didn’t think trying to drive us 5 hours back home was a good idea, I’d be too distracted and just wanting to sit and stare at him, so I had booked us a hotel for the night. I ask him what he wants to do, if he wants to eat or if he just wants to go back to the hotel. “I want to eat you at the hotel,” he says, with a cheeky smile. My heart skips a beat, and we share a glance, as I take his hand and we go to find a taxi, I can’t help but giggle to myself just in complete awe of the magnitude of feelings I’m experiencing. In the taxi we make some small talk about his flight, but I can’t help just staring at his lips and I get the impression he is also distracted. I wore a dress to meet him so that I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious, his hand rests firmly on my knee, stroking my skin gently, and all I want is for his hands to creep up higher, and higher. I’m already wet, I was from the second I saw him, how could I not be, his smile, his face, his body, I want it all, his voice and his touch and the feel of his skin on mine. By the time we reach the hotel I’m a wreck, it takes all of my strength not to pounce on him right there and then in the lobby. I can’t think straight, the tension is palpable and I don’t think he knows what to do with himself either. We are like a bunch of giddy school children as we walk up to reception and check in to our room. As we got handed the keys and assigned our room, my heart beats so heavily in my chest. Hand in hand we get into the lift and begin our journey to the 5th floor, once inside we share another kiss, and I have to stop my hands from wandering too far. I can barely breathe. I’m so excited, I’ve never felt such all-encompassing longing before. The door opens and we approach the room, I give him the key because my hands are trembling so hard, I can’t even put the key into the lock, he opens the door and finally, we are alone.

He drops his bags and takes me up into his arms, pinning me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping me tightly. A soft moan escapes my mouth as I feel his lips on mine, my fingers in his hair, holding him so close to me. I can feel his hard cock pressed up against me through his shorts and I ache so badly to feel him inside me, I can feel the warmth radiating from my pussy as we share more kisses, my mind completely succumbing to the lust I feel for him. After some time, he walks me over to the bed and places me down gently, our lips barely leaving each other for a second. I fumble around for the hem of his shirt and pull it off over his head, throwing it off somewhere in the room, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin on mine. His hands are exploring my body, touching everywhere but the places I need him to touch me, he is teasing me, his kisses lead a trail down my face, to my neck, down my chest, until the fabric of my dress gets in his way. He reaches under to grab my stockings and begins to pull them off my legs, kissing all the way down my body to my toes, but still refusing to touch me where I need it most. He looks at me with hunger in his eyes, and I can’t help but stare back, captivated by his presence, I sit up a little and slip my shoulders out of my dress, slowly revealing my breasts to him, he leans over and takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly and flicking with his tongue, making me moan in pleasure. Finally, some relief from this incredible tension he’s instilled within me. By this point I’m so desperate to feel him inside me I don’t think I can wait any longer, there’s no time for foreplay or teasing, I can’t take it, I need him now, all of that can wait for later, I just need him to take me. As he continues to play with my breasts and nipples with his tongue I lean down and whisper in his ear, “I need you inside me…please,” and he looks up to lock his eyes with mine. “Patience is a virtue my love,” he teases, his hands finding the bottom of my dress to pull off what remains of it. As I lay there in nothing but my panties, he looks at me so adoringly, and I’ve never felt so comfortable and safe, while simultaneously feeling so out of control. He playfully strokes me through my panties, feeling how wet I am through the fabric, I try to stifle my moans, shy that the people in the room next door will hear me. “Nah ah let me hear you,” he growls, pulling my panties off and discarding them on the floor with the rest of our clothes. He grabs my thighs with some force, pushing them apart and kissing all down them, across my belly, pausing to admire me for a second before ever so slowly using his tongue to taste my wetness. I can’t help but lock my thighs around him, pulling him closer to me as he licks and sucks my clit, making me gasp and writhe against his tongue. It doesn’t take long before I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, whimpering and bucking against him as he makes me cum with his tongue. The room is spinning as he pulls away and playfully wipes my wetness from around his mouth, I can feel my face is flushed and I can barely catch my breath. I reach over to him and pull off his shorts, his boxers, freeing him from the constraints of the fabric, letting his rock-hard cock loose. Pulling him on top of me I lay back down, comforted by the warmth of his whole body on mine, I wrap my legs around his waist, his cock so close to just slipping inside me, I can barely breathe with excitement. I take him in my hand and slowly, guide him in to my pussy, our eyes meet as he pushes his cock inside me and fills me up, we both release a moan as our bodies relax into each other, finally one. My thighs clench tighter around him as we grind together, holding him as close to me as I can, all I want is to be as close to him as possible. We stay like this, locked together in a rhythm, looking into each other’s eyes as our breathing begins to get faster, it’s like we are the only two people in the world. I hold him so close, one hand in his hair, one hand on his back, my fingers digging into his skin as I feel the pleasure rising in me again. He picks up the pace, we’re both close now, I moan softly in his ear, he reaches down to rub my clit with his fingers as he continues to thrust inside me. “I love you baby,” he whispers in my ear, burying his face into my neck, kissing me again, “I love you too,” I whisper, feeling my body tensing up ready to cum. I feel him tense up also, he moans softly into my neck as he releases his cum inside me, filling me up, and my pussy clenches against his cock, enveloping him as we cum together. We lay together for a moment, breathing in unison, holding onto each other, loving each other wholeheartedly. After a few minutes we let go of each other, and he turns to face me. I no longer feel shy, I feel home, and safe and loved…and hungry. I’d been so excited to meet him that I forgot to eat, “babe are you hungry?” I ask him, stroking his arm with my fingers lovingly. He smiles at me and says, “lets eat, love.”

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