The End of the Wait

I awaken, turning onto my side to avoid the glare of the sun as it pierces the curtains, invading our personal space with its sharp rays. I take your beautiful face in, glowing with the light of the sun. Brushing a strand of hair out of your face, I press my lips against yours. You stir lightly in your sleep, then are still. I slip out of bed, not wanting to wake you any more than I already have.

Walking through the room, scarcely lit by the dawn, I notice our discarded clothing. Last night’s events raced through my mind. The long drive through the early morning, racing to finally see the one that had all of my attention. The slow morning, waiting for you to arrive. Our simple lunch, where we laughed more than ate. The walk to the beach, where we sat for hours as the surf rolled over our ankles. Your laugh as I fell backwards, letting the tide soak my clothes thoroughly. Your look of surprise as I pulled you down onto me, kissing you for the first time in forever. The small fire warmed us as we climbed in the warm blankets, falling asleep to the sound of the water rushing at the shore.

I feel your arms around my waist, your head on my shoulders. Turning around, I embrace you, feeling your body melt with mine. My lips are on yours, hungrily biting and sucking as you open them to moan. We backtrack our steps, returning to the bed we had just left. I’m on top of you kissing your neck hard as your hands dig into my scalp. My moans turn to growls, as I bite harder. I move from your neck to your earlobe, then down to your shoulder. I feel the warmth of your body joining mine as we start to perspire. My body moving easier against yours now, I start to slide down. My teeth leave little bite marks as I move from your lips to your chin, your neck to your collar. As the tip of my tongue gently slides down your torso, I feel you sit up. You urge me down faster, pushing me down more urgently. I slow down my descent, prolonging your torture.

My mouth finds your clit, my tongue is pressed against it. Your moans turn me on, making me even harder. In turn, I close my lips and suck lightly as my fingers brush against your opening. Your hand urges me inside you, pushing slowly. My fingers slide in and out, getting slicker and slicker with your wetness. I lift my fingertips to your lips, waiting for you to suck them clean. As you lick them off, my tongue slips into you. I use my hands to spread your legs wider, pushing my tongue as deep into you as I can. I hear your moans grow louder, my tongue moves to your clit. With my fingers sliding in and out of you, deep and hard, I suck your clit between my lips and lightly bite.

As you dive over the edge, I continue licking.