The Gentleman [F43/M36] [F4M] [romantic] [lovers] [no panties] [fingering] [female orgasm]

As I slid my arms into my black leather jacket I realized it had been two months since I’d seen you last. My excitement grew as I made the drive downtown to your hotel. As if on cue I receive a text from you saying you’ve left me a key at the front desk and that I should just come on up while you shower and change for dinner. I collect my key and take the elevator up to the fourth floor. My breath is quick and the excitement has turned to butterflies in my stomach. I hear the electronic click of the door unlock and silently press the handle down, easing the door open. I hear water running and the unmistakable sound of a razor tapping on the side of the bathroom sink. Sinatra is playing and I hear you start singing along to ‘Volare’ as I tip toe across the room to a couch in front of the window. I quietly unzip my boots and climb onto the couch, arranging the pillows so that I’m perfectly propped up. I cross one leg over the other and adjust my skirt to reveal a bit more of my bare legs as I recline back and wait for you.

Two glasses of wine sit on the coffee table, reminding me of how thoughtful you are. You’ve always been good at romantic gestures and sitting here so close to you after so long, my hearts swells with longing and excitement. I hear you turn the water off and the door opens. As soon as you lay eyes on me you’re across the room in two quick steps and jump on to the couch, covering me with kisses. Your hair is still damp from your shower and I breathe in your familiar scent while you hold my face and kiss me hard. “I will never be away from you for this long again. Ever” you tell me as your hands travel down my neck, your fingers tracing over my collarbone and back up to my chin. You do that thing that I love – that thing that makes me feel like your little jewel – and lift my chin slightly to gaze into my eyes. Your sincerity and the passion in your eyes makes my heart swell again and I realize how much I’ve missed the way you make me feel cherished.

Reaching for the glasses of wine you hold one out to me and propose a toast to being reunited. I take a sip of the deep red wine and quietly appreciate the way you absentmindedly run your fingers through your dark, wet curls as you tell me about your trip. The familiar – and almost imperceivable – lilt of your accent comes through as you regale me with some of your adventures. I could listen to your stories for hours; watching your mouth move. I’m not paying attention to what you’re saying anymore, I am transfixed on your lips. I watch as you wet them with your tongue mid-sentence and before you can say another word I’m sitting up on the couch… on my knees. I take our glasses and set them aside quickly before lifting my skirt so I can straddle your lap. You’ve stopped talking but I’m still staring at your lips. My knees are open as I hover inches above your lap, the heat between my legs building and I wonder when you’ll realize that I’m not wearing any panties. I look up into your soft brown eyes and am met with a jolt of electricity as your stare penetrates my entire being.

Holding my gaze, your hands slide up the length of my thighs to my skirt – open and revealing my nakedness. You raise an eyebrow and giving me a knowing smirk you slide your right hand under my skirt and begin to stroke my glistening lips. Your left hand gripping my hip, you pull me closer to you and squeeze me hard. Your combination of soft stroking and hard squeezing sends a thrill through my body and I shudder. Without missing a beat you reach up and grasp the back of my neck and pull me closer to you- all the while, continuing to stroke me as I’m getting wetter and wetter. Your fingers slick with my arousal, you push them inside gently before opening me up and diving deep into my warmth. I gasp and instinctively arch my back but your hand on my neck keeps me close to you. “Open your eyes and stay with me” you say. Not realizing I’d shut them, they flutter open and I see you. *This* part of you; my dominant lover. Your hand inside me moves expertly, knowing exactly how to build me up. You’re playing me like and instrument – plucking at my strings, striking my keys, luring my pleasure from the very deepest part of me. I start to quiver and again you pull me closer, your mouth so close to mine that I feel your lips brush against mine as you say again “Stay with me.” My hips move in small circles on your lap… on your hand… and I feel the waves begin to flood through me. I try and keep my eyes open, looking at you but I am enveloped by bliss, my body contracting and convulsing. Honey splashes from my depths, covering your hand… and your lap… and I’m left breathless. You slide out of me and I take your hand to my mouth sucking my juices from your fingers, licking you clean.

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