Make Me Wait

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~*~Make me wait~*~

Make me wait, I whisper. Make me wait.
I lean up to kiss him but he pulls away refusing me.
I quiver inside as a soft moan escapes me.
He slides his wet tongue across my lips and I feel his need.
Such sensual deep kisses.
Have I ever been kissed this way before?
I will take him however I can.
Whatever he offers.
He caresses my breasts needily.
His favorite part of me.
Taking my hard erect nipple in his mouth.
I lift my pussy to meet his penetrating fingers and feel his hot throbbing cock in my hand.
Wanting him inside me so desperately.
Make me wait.
Pretend you love me just for our moment.
I want to please him.
If he only understood my desire.
If he knew what he could have in this sexual realm we visit together.
Would he understand the way he could have me in this place?
I feel under his spell.
I waited all day for him.
Can I feel the real you just once?
Yes, he whispers softly in my ear
and I feel that familiar tingle as his fiery breathe caresses my neck.
The raw aching inside, the wait is more than I can bare.
I tense as he enters me.
Feeling how different he feels this time.
So hard and strong and alive.
I squeeze tightly taking in every part of him.
Do you want this, he whispers.
I bite his lip hungrily, I need this.
Our bodies pressed tightly together, we find our familiar rhythm, so steady and firm. looking in each others eyes, feeling him burn into me. the sweet scent of our sweat and passion.
But he slows…and then stops.
I look at him knowingly.
He cannot release inside me.
He runs his finger across my sweet spot and removes himself from my sacred place.
I sigh achingly knowing this part is over.
But then he says, now turn over.
My eyes meet his and I do as I am told.
All the way down, he commands.
I press my body to the bed .
I wait.
And then, I feel his hand on my back as he enters me from behind. Slow at first.
I lean into him, meeting him with every stroke.
He lays his chest on my back and gently bites my neck.
Do you feel me?
Yes, I shudder, that is what I want.
And he bites harder.
Sensations flood my body and a shiver runs along my spine.
We writhe together like animals feeling each others lust and desire.
He places his hand on my hair, forcing me down.
Almost there I think, to myself.
Please don’t stop, I beg.
His thrusts quicken, harder and faster.
I feel him pound into me. So good.
I contract and release as my body shakes in ecstasy and orgasm.
I moan wildly wanting him to know how good it feels.
He pulls out and groans, as he spills his warm seed on my back.
So hot, almost enough to bring me to the brink again.
Almost.
We collapse together.
Satisfied indeed.
We swear that must never happen again.
Yes, we must be safe if this affair is to continue…

*For G.D.*

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