Better Late Than Never

I hear a gentle knock on my hotel room door, my nerves flying into full gear.  I have been busy preparing my room for your visit, the first time I have seen you in – God, could it be – 13 or 14 years?  In truth, my room was prepared long ago, but my nervous energy could not let me sit.

I look through the peep-hole in the door but I cannot see you clearly so I open the door slowly to see you standing there.  A flood of 30 years of emotions races around inside me and you come into my room.  Closing the door I show you the bouquet of roses I have sitting for you on the table, surrounded by lavender candles glowing in their crystal holders.  And your own special teddy bear, because no one should be without a teddy bear to cuddle, to cry with and to laugh with.  I hug you, never wanting to let you go, knowing that this hug has been waiting for decades to come.  I hold you close, smelling your hair, gently rocking you in my arms, feeling your heart beating and knowing that my heart must feel like it is going to burst through my chest.

I take your hand and lead you to my bed, lying down next to you.  I lay half on my back and half on my left side to face you.  You lay with your head resting on my arm as a pillow.  We lay like this for what must be an eternity.  Looking into each others eyes, into each others souls, re-learning what we’ve both known for many years, re-feeling feelings that never really left us.  Talking, recapturing 30 years lost.  Laughing at each others flaws and the stories of the years that have passed.  I recall how I have always loved the sound of your laughter.  Crying when we recall the times of hurt and sadness, knowing we would have been there for each other if we could have, and that we are there for each other now.  Loving the strength we see in each other.  The strength we have seen in each other from the first day we met.

As we talk the nervousness leaves and my heart fills with the joy of being in your arms, feeling safe and secure and knowing that for right now, the rest of the world has ceased to exist.  I gently stroke your neck with my fingertips as we talk, combing through your hair, letting the tip of my index finger gently follow the line of your throat from your chin down to your chest.  I feel your fingertips stroking my arm and touching my hand. 

It is this touch, this mutual touch that I have desired for so many years.  I trace the outline of your lips with my fingertip and I lean in to follow with my own lips.  Kissing you softly and gently, pulling you closer to me.  Our kisses grow in intensity.  If I was unsure of my desire for you before this moment, I now know just how real it is.  I move to let my kisses fall over your neck, feeling your body tremble beside mine.  The shirt must go.  I sit up and pull you with me.  Lifting off your blouse you also pull my shirt over my head.  Your breasts rest full and plump in a beautiful lace bra, which comes off next to reveal “the girls”, full and luscious, beautifully soft with nipples begging to be sucked and teased.  My bra goes flying off somewhere in the room and we both fall back into bed to touch and taste and stroke and kiss each others bodies.  So familiar, as if we had done it a thousand times, but that was only in dreams.  This is the familiarity of knowing that I and my best friend, someone who has been with me and loved me for years, will finally be able to show each other how much we love each other.

The kisses create a desire that cannot stop.  We both take off what is left of our clothes and finally feel the softness of each others bodies against our own.  Now it’s my turn for my body to tremble, my hands exploring your body, our legs twisting together, our breasts pressing together, my lips kissing your soft neck, letting my tongue tease you and taste you, the tiny beads of sweat that taste both salty and sweet.  I take your breasts in my hands and bring your nipples up to meet my mouth.  Sucking on your nipples and kissing them, teasing them with the tips of my teeth, gentle nibbles that pull them towards me, watching them stand at attention and knowing they love the attention they are getting.

My right hand continues to explore down your rib cage, over your hips, down your thigh and back up the inside of your thigh.  You part your thighs for me, allowing me to continue, and my fingertips gently stroke you.  I pet you at first, tentatively, then allow my fingertips to part your lips and find the wetness inside.  I hear a small gasp coming from you as my fingers spread your sweet juices, slipping inside you to tease you and then moving to stroke your clit in soft slow circles.

I take your hands and place them together behind your head.  This is not the time for you to touch me, this is the time for you to receive all the pleasure I can give.  I straddle your body, kissing you again, more intensely, and more passionately, sucking on your neck as I kiss from one ear lobe to the other.  My kisses trail back down to your breasts, sucking on the hard stiff nipples and biting them between the tips of my teeth.  Then my kisses trail down your belly, across your navel, down to reach your wet soft clit.

I take your clit into my mouth, suckling it, kissing it, teasing it, nibbling on it, licking it.  My tongue moves down to stroke your lips from your clit to your glistening wet hole.  I plunge my tongue inside you, in and out, wanting you to want more and feeling your desire.

Then I return to your clit, earnestly stroking and licking, faster and harder.  Feeling your hips move up to meet me I place my hands under your ass cheeks and lift you up.  I know the waves of pleasure that come across your body, but it is not enough.  My fingers reach deep inside you as my tongue strokes your clit.  I let the rhythm of my fingers fucking you match the rhythm of your hips.  Slower at first, then faster and deeper inside you, never letting my tongue stray from your swollen erect clit.

When I think you are nearly ready to cum I stop to reposition my body, sitting cross-legged with your ass propped up on my legs, lifting you up to me.  I hand you the vibrator that I have had ready for this occasion, I want you to be able to control the intensity of the vibrations on your clit.  My left hand slips underneath your ass to stroke you from behind.  My thumb nearly entering your ass but not quite, just enough for you to feel the intense pleasure you feel from the combination of being fucked in your ass and in your gleaming wet hole at the same time.  My fingers slip inside you again, first two fingers, then three, you are wet enough to take me but how much of me do you want?  Again I follow the rhythm of your hips.  You are ready, my fingers deep inside you, in and out of you, you feel the vibrator on your clit, my fingers fucking you deep inside, my left hand stroking your ass.  You are more than ready to cum for me.  I want to hear you, to hear your deep moans of pleasure.  To hear your screams as one wave of orgasm increases the wave before it.  To fuck you until you are spent, until there are no more screams, no more waves of orgasm to be found.

You cum until you lie still and breathless, your breasts heaving as your chest inhales deeply.  I move my body next to yours again, holding you close to me, feeling your heart beating heavily.  My hand massaging your back and shoulders.  My lips kissing you.  Telling you that I love you.  Wanting you to know this was not just a casual fuck, wanting you to know that my heart was making love to yours the entire time.  We nestle together, pulling the sheets up over us to cover our bodies, keeping us warm from the coldness of the air in the room.

This is the moment that should never end.  The moment that we both feel how much we love each other.  The moment that has ended 30 years of desire.  After resting, regaining our energy, I feel you begin to kiss my neck and touch my body, knowing you want to return what I have given you.  I see the light from the candles glistening on your soft skin and I close my eyes, trusting you completely and allowing you to touch me, to make love to me, to fuck me, to make me scream with pleasure, until we hold each other in our arms once again.