So Long [MF]

So long.

It had been so long that when he first caught sight of her, standing there on the deck of her boat, her blinding slightly goofy smile shining down at him, for a minute he wondered if he even remembered how.

She waved, disappeared, and next thing he knew she was scampering down the ramp, coming his way. Then she was in his arms and he held her close and as he kissed the nape of her neck and felt himself begin to grow against her thigh he thought, Oh yeah, I remember.

They walked towards his hotel. He hadn’t told her he’d gotten a room. Neither of them really knew, or admitted to themselves, what they were going to do, what was going to happen, but he was prepared, and if it did happen he knew the bed on her boat was too small. They needed a good bed, a big bed, something strong, the feeling of illicit intimacy only a hotel bed can properly provide.

[MF] Tease

Some moments are frozen in time, and you know you’ll remember forever.

The whole afternoon was like that, filled with images, sensations, sounds, scents so vivid that they seemed to sear the air around them, flashes and waves of pleasure that transcended time and everyday life, that took them both to a place where no one else and nowhere else existed, only them, only now.

Only now she heard him say, Get on your stomach, pull your right knee up.

Yes. Like that.

She did as she was told. Then he told her to put a pillow under her hips.

Perfect, he said. Just perfect. Look at that.

She closed her eyes. She felt his soft lips kissing the back of her knee, a sensitive section of skin, and the scrape of his whisker stubble almost made her giggle but she gasped into the pillow instead when he licked with just the tip of his tongue up her left thigh while the tips of his fingers traced up the right.

She shivered.