Wait Here With Me (M/F, con, rom) – By: Nikki B.
Softly, the rain drops fall upon the rooftop. Inside, the
plaintive wailing of a violin can be heard over the angelic voice
of Sarah Brightman. Nestled under candy-colored coverlet that
adorns our bed, I lay in anticipation of your arrival. As I hear
the sudden rush of water from the shower, I contemplate joining
you. But, I know patience is a virtue and will be well rewarded.
It has been seven years since we first started playing this game
and I know my part well. Like the lyrics to my favorite song, we
are here tonight, with the storm outside and the fire bright.
Tonight, I am wearing the white lace slip dress that caresses my
thighs and barely hides my nipples, which tighten in anticipation
of your caress. Will you pinch my nipples, first, with your
fingers or will you flick each one with your tongue? Will you
gently suckle upon my breasts or will you bite them? The sound of
the water abruptly ends and I know you will answer my questions,
soon enough. The cadence of your approaching footsteps matches
the rhythm of my heartbeat. I venture a glance at you, as you
peel back the covers and I am reminded of our first vacation,
together. We were younger, then, and more adventurous. Sex was
something that comprised the very essence of our being. On that
particular day, our first day at the beach, the rain poured
through the windows of our summer rental. The sound of thunder
crashing around us filled the salty air, however, all we could
worry about was one another. You had kept one hand on my thigh
throughout half of the car ride to the shore, while the other
hand attempted to steer the car. I sat with my head resting on
your shoulder, as I idly plucked at an unwoven thread on your
pant pocket. You knew what my true intentions were, which
explained the enigmatic smile on your face. One by one I could
feel the tips of your fingers begin to stroke the flesh on my
thighs, just beneath my skirt. You always liked to guess what
type of panties I was or was not wearing and this time is no
exception. My eyes slowly closed and I shuddered, as I awaited
your inquiry. Two fingers continued their journey upward to the
secret I kept hidden from you, all day. Yes, for this occasion I
wore the pink panties that were nothing more than an embroidered
butterfly and two ribbons of fabric that hugged the side of my
pussy. You inserted one of your fingers to see how wet I was.
My body tried, in vain, to trap your finger; you groaned as you
felt pulsations and hot, sticky moisture inside. You were
assaulted with memories from our last encounter, just a few hours
before, when your tongue caressed my clit, until it was rewarded
with the throbbing, salty nectar inside. You licked your lips as
you remembered; you turned the car down a winding, country road.
You slowed the car when came to a wooded area, that was
surrounded by corn fields. You looked at me, grabbed our beach
blanket from the back-seat of the car, and ran towards the grove
of trees. The trees created a magical canopy, shading us. As you
removed your clothes, I was awed by the patterns the filtered
made upon your chest. You knew I was ready for you, so you
started slowly. You reached next to us and remove a daffodil
from a cluster of grass. You started by caressing my forehead
with the head of the flower, but you knew that was not enough.
You lightly rubbed the flower down my neck and over my breasts.
You teased my nipples until I strained against the flower,
wanting more. Further down the flower drifted, kissing my belly
button, and traveled further still. At this point, I was
quivering in ecstasy, hoping you would do so much more. Next,
your mouth started to follow the path which the flower took.
Your lips rested in the vee of my neck, as you suckled upon the
spot that you loved the most. As you softly bit upon my neck, you
smiled knowing that you were driving me crazy. While your mouth
remained on my neck, your hand drifted down to pinch my nipples.
To an outsider, it would have looked like you were being cruel,
but I knew you were doing just what I liked. My plaintive cries
began to drown out the sound of the crickets and hummingbirds,
that surrounded us. You carefully watched as my stomach
shuddered and my body moved up and down. I remarked on the fact
that the butterfly that was nestled between my legs glistened
brighter as the fabric became wetter.
My comment about the butterfly reminded you of the real
reason we were here. Suddenly, you were glad I had not worn my
usual underwear. You brought your cock to the center of the fire
that was consuming me and slowly entered. As always, I was
surprised about the way you filled me up. As you moved, up and
down, side to side, we gazed at one another, intently. You always
liked watching my expressions. I bit my lip as I felt your cock
grinding against my clit, making it so hot, too hot. You
withdraw, then slowly sink back in, as you struggled with the
impending storm. Just when you thought you had gained control of
your self, you pushed deeper inside me than you ever had. You
heard my breath quicken, saw my face flush, and felt the walls
inside me tightly squeezing you. The tip of your cock felt the
hot pulses and you knew you were lost. Just before I called out
your name, I felt your weight fall against me, as your love
mingled with mine.
Now, as the rain beats upon the roof of our house, I
remember those times. I also wonder how you will react to what I
have in store for you, tonight. Perhaps, tonight I will be your
willing servant, aiming to please you any way I can. As you
climb onto the bed, my thoughts of seduction come to an end; you
are in control, now.