Finally

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I’ve been fantasizing about this day for what feels like months, finally getting to be with you. Finally getting to have your hands on me, your arms around me. We’ve been talking about it, waiting for it, waiting for the right time, time to be completely focused on each other… Finally, we have the space and time to make it happen.

I’ve been planning what I’m going to wear. You’re always telling me how much you love to look at me, so I want to be everything you want. Hair down, not a lot of makeup… Lacy satin thong in your favorite color, pale blue, with a matching push up bra. Soft touchable sweater covering me up, but open at the top so that it’s hanging off one shoulder, just enough that it exposes my neck and collar bone. Jeans — because I need to feel you peel them off of me. Not obviously over-the-top sexy, for our first time I want it to be real. There will be plenty of other time for us to fulfill those naughty fantasies.

Lights, fireplace, candles. Music — our playlist. Wine. Dinner ready… though I don’t think we’re going to be eating it for a while. Not if I have my way. Now I just have to wait.

I got ready too fast. You always arrive early so I wanted to be certain all was done when you got here. But not, well, now, I’m trying to be patient. I’m sitting on the sofa feeling the anticipation build. A little wine. I’m nervous. And I’m wet and wanting. My body craving your touch. My clit is actually pulsing, thinking about you and what is to come. I can feel it pressing on the seams of my jeans. I try not to move around to increase the contact. I want to resist touching myself. I want to save this all for you.

I hear the gate and you’re at my door. Finally. I open the door and there you are. We don’t say anything at all. You look me over, top to bottom and then back up. I’m flushed and blushing under your gaze. I open the door wider and you come inside. As I close the door and turn to say hello, you are suddenly there. Arms around me, pulling me tightly into you. One of your hands behind my head, so you can crush my mouth with yours. Mouth on mine, tongue in my mouth. I can feel myself melting into you, opening up to you, giving you all of me, my mouth is just the start.

You pull back again and look at me again. The sparks between us are incredible. Even standing apart, I can still feel your one hand on my hip, the other in my hair. We’re breathing heavily already, and we haven’t even started touching each other.

“The anticipation has been killing me all day, baby,” you say. “I want to go slowly and savor this, but it is taking all my willpower. I want to rip your clothes off and take you right here.”

“Oh god,” I begin to say, to tell you that I’m in the same place of wanting, but you don’t let me get anything else out. Because you’re kissing me again pushing me up against the wall, pressing yourself against me. I can feel how hard you are already, feel you against my tummy. I push myself into you, so you know I am there. There’s a break in the kiss and I ask if you want wine, or, and my voice trails off…

“Wine,” you say definitively.

I lead you into the kitchen and pour you a glass. I am almost trembling from need, from the intensity of what I feel and want. I give you your glass and pick up mine, and we both take a sip. You are still looking at me intensely and I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m not usually this uncertain or passive.

You put down your glass and reach for mine, taking it out of my hand. “We need to go upstairs,” you say. You take me by the hand, taking me to the stairs. Then you step aside, to let me go up first. I take the first step, and then feel your hands on my hips, stopping me.

“Slow, baby. Walk up the stairs slowly so I can watch.” I blush again. You have always told me that you love my ass. I’ve never felt comfortable with my body, not the way you make me feel. You make me feel seen and wanted, like my body is beautiful. I slow down going up the stairs, your hands still on my hips. I can almost feel your eyes, watching my ass, watching the curve of my jeans where my ass meets my legs, right there at my pussy. Knowing you are staring makes me even wetter. “God, I love your ass,” you say. “I love watching you move.”

In my room, next to my bed, you stop me, turn me and again put your lips on mine. Gentle, then increasing in passion. Our mouths part and your tongue is in my mouth. I meet it with my own. Wanting you to know how much I love the way you taste. I really could just kiss you all day, well, maybe not this day. Because this day I need you too badly.

I wrap my arms around your neck, pushing myself up so my breasts are against your chest. Pushing my mouth against yours, harder. The feeling of your tongue playing against mine, soft and hard and hot. I love the way you kiss me. There haven’t been enough, and I sometimes wonder how there ever can be, because I crave your kisses as much as I crave the rest of you.

“Baby,” I whisper in your ear, “Your touch izmir otele gelen escort feels so amazing. Your hands… please…”

You take me by the back of my neck again, and pull my mouth to yours. Your other hand starts rubbing down from my waist, between my legs, and I moan into your mouth.

You gently push me down onto my bed, and then lie down next to me. You kiss me hard again, you’re your tongue deep in my mouth, and I can feel your hand return back down between my legs, rubbing me through my jeans. It feels so amazing and I am grinding on your hand wantonly while you increase the pressure until it is almost painful. I’m certain you can feel the heat thru my jeans, if not my wetness.

You alternate between kissing my mouth and kissing my neck. None of it gentle. Occasionally, I you’re your teeth on my neck, and my collarbone. Your other hand is still behind my head, holding me there, your fingers entangled in my hair.

The hand between my legs captures one of my hands and puts it on your cock. “Feel how hard I am for you, baby? You make me so hard.” I moan in response, breathless. I love it when you talk to me and you know this. You know what your words do to me. I love the way you talk to me, knowing what you’re thinking. How dirty your mind really is.

Then you begin to unbutton my jeans and pull them down off of me. You sit up and pull my sweater off over my head also. And then you stand up and pull your shirt off over your head. I moan at the sight of your chest and your shoulders. You are so damn sexy, your body is such a turn on for me. While you do this, your eyes never leave me as I lie there in my lacy bra and panties, waiting for your touch.

I sit up and undo the button of your jeans, and then begin to unzip them. I stop and kiss your stomach, kiss that mole that I love so much, right above your waistband. You return your hand to my hair again, to the back of my head. You are pressing my face to your stomach and then, pushing my mouth lower, to the waistband of your underwear. I drag my tongue down your stomach, preparing to take down your shorts. But you pull me back and again gently push me so I’m lying on my back… you finish taking off your jeans and your underwear yourself. Your hard cock straining towards me, the tip looking wet and so delicious. I want to take it in my mouth but decide instead to let you lead so I lie there, watching you finish undressing, wanting you.

You come back to the bottom of the bed and sit down next to me, by my feet. You put your hand on my ankle and runs it up my calf, over my knee, on top of my thigh. Then over my tummy making me catch my breath, your touch is so light. Then your hand goes over my ribs to my bra covered breast. I catch my breath at the sensation.

“You like that,” you ask. “Like my hand there?” You reach into my bra, pushing both cups down so they holds my tits up higher, presenting them to you. Then you grab my breast and then take the nipple between your fingers and pinch lightly. “That? Does that feel good?”

I gasp, “Yes!” and your pinch gets harder. You pull on my nipple a little. “Oh, yes,” I moan. “That feels so good, baby.”

Now you are lying on the bed next to me. Your hard naked body pressed up against me, so I can feel the wet tip of his cock against my hip. We lie there facing each other and you keep pulling at the nipples of my tits, one after the other, back and forth. I am watching you face but you are watching your hand on my nipples. I have this incredible sensation in my nipples, connecting them down to my core, as I feel you keep pinching them and pulling each nipple away from my body, twisting and shaking them a little each time. Over and over, you do this, so my nipples get super hard, and they stand up and out from my breasts. I am panting and moaning from your touch.

Then you take one into your warm mouth. The contrast to the chilly air and the pinching feels so good. “Oh, god, baby,” I moan, arching my back and reaching up to cup my tit, and push it towards your mouth, craving more.

You take this time to put your hand back down between my legs and demandingly pushing my thighs apart. Then you brush your fingertips over the satin of my panties, pushing your finger up into me, but outside my panties still.

“You’re so wet, baby. I can feel you through your panties. You want this so badly, don’t you? Tell me how badly you want me.”

I moan and whisper, “Please touch me.”

“Oh yeah, I know what you like. I know what you want, so beautiful when you’re turned on like this. I love your sexy body, the way it responds to me. I love the sounds you make when I touch you and the look on your face when I pleasure you.”

You slightly dip your finger in my pussy, getting it wet and then he returns to my clit which is hard and erect, begging for his touch. You make small circles with your wet finger around my clit. I moan with your touch. It feels so incredible.

You sit up and izmir rus escort move to the bottom of the bed, spread my legs so you are looking up at me between them.

Again, you dip your fingers in my pussy and then brings them up to my clit. “Hold yourself open for me, baby.” I do. I spread the lips of my pussy wide, so you are looking at all of me, open to you, exposing my clit even more and widening my hole for you to see. You circle my clit some more. Wet your finger in me again, rubs my clit. “Oh, yeah, your pussy is so needy. It wants me so badly,” you say. “And I know what else you want.”

You wet your fingers and this time touch me lower, circling my tight ass, with your wet finger. The sensation makes me moan again. It’s so good. I can feel myself get wetter. My body arches to your touch and I spread my legs wider. I want more and you know it.

“You’re dripping juice onto your ass,” you say. “Just begging me to shove my finger up your ass, aren’t you? And your pussy is so wet and hot.”

Suddenly you stop touching me and I whimper from the absence of your hands.

“You want me to keep touching you?” you ask.

I nod. “Beg me,” you demand. “Please,” I say.

“Please, what, slut?”

“Please touch me.”

“Touch you where?”

“Oh god, please keep touching my clit and my ass,” I beg, “Please.”

“Good girl. You beg so prettily.”

You slowly put your finger into me again. This time deeper. Much, much deeper. I moan from it. Then you take your wet finger and start stroking my wide open pussy again, and my ass, in long strokes, down and then up and then down. Stopping at my clit and at my ass hole. I am holding myself as wide as I can and moaning so loudly, breathing so heavily.

Then you stop and bring your hand back, putting one finger inside me, that you then curl up deep inside me hitting my G-spot. “Oh, there, yes, oh God, yes,” I moan. It feels so incredible. You start making little movements in and out with your hand and I can hear how wet I am, hear the noise of your finger moving inside me.

You have just one finger inside me, rubbing my G-spot, and you’re still sitting between my legs so you can watch how my body react to your touch. It makes my clit stand up and beg to be touched.

You lean forward and puts your mouth on my clit. You start sucking on it while your finger is still moving inside me. “Oh my god,” I cry out, “that feels so fucking good. There, yes, like that. Oh god, baby.” I feel like I could cum any minute if you keep it up, and my hands move to the top of your head. I arch my back and press myself up into your mouth.

“Oh God. Right there. Yes, please, don’t stop. Please, I am so close.” I am moving my hips up and down in little motions as if you have your cock inside me. I cannot help it. It’s instinctive. You stop suddenly and sit up but keeps that finger deep inside me against my G-spot.

“I want to watch you. I want to see you get yourself off, touch yourself. You’re so fucking hot when you do that.” Your finger never leaves my pussy, but your left hand grabs mine and leads it to my clit, leaving it there.

Then it moves up to my nipples, tweaking one and then the other, harder than before

“Perform for me, slut. Let me see you get yourself off,” you say.

I do as you asked. First licking my fingers so they’ll move smoothly over my clit. Then I start rubbing myself while my left hand continues to hold my pussy lips wide open.

This is how I pleasure myself when nobody else is around, when I don’t have an audience. This is how I hold myself when I’m alone, getting myself off.

“Like this?” I ask. “Is this what you want to see?” I look you in the eye as I make circular motions around my clit. You can’t keep your eyes from my body.

“Yeah, baby, like that. Put on a show for me. Let me see you cum all over my fingers,” you say. I close my eyes as if I am alone. I keep rubbing.

Occasionally, I lick my fingers to keep the wetness, so they move smoothly. I love knowing you are watching. Love the way you talk to me and look at me. It makes it so much hotter.

Once, you spit directly on my pussy, adding your spit to mine. I moan loudly. This seems so sexy to me, I feel like you are marking your territory, like you are unleashed, not holding anything back, animalistic.

“Cum, for me, baby,” you demand. “I love watching your body move like this. God, you turn me on. I think about you touching yourself like this all the time, Elizabeth. Please cum for me. I wanna see you cum.”

I moan again. I am breathing so heavy and being so loud. It feels so good. I am so close. I can feel the pressure building around my clit, that sweet intense pressure.

Then suddenly the wave crashes over me and my toes curl, my legs stiffen, and my back arches as I orgasm. It feels like it rolls over me over and over. I cry out again as the pleasure overcomes me. I can only make noises of pleasure as I continue to rub myself and your izmit escort hand continues to move against my G-spot.

As it begins to subside, I stop rubbing and as I do, you suddenly grab both of my hands and put them over my head. I can feel you holding yourself above me, and your hard cock slides into my tight wet pussy.

My clit is still sensitive, the orgasm had not completely subsided, and the touch of your pelvic bone to my clit feels almost too much. But you thrust into me, hard, not asking if I’m ready, just taking. I start to raise up my hips to meet yours with every thrust and we begin to push against each other rhythmically.

“Yeah, babe, you’re so hot and wet and tight. This is my pussy. I own this pussy. Nobody else gets you off like I do, right? That’s right. You feel so fucking good. Can you feel how hard I am for you? I love fucking this pussy. Hell, yeah. Damn, that’s so good.”

You’re right, nobody else feels like this, knows just what I want and how I want it like you do. This is so good. Your cock is so good. You are hard and thrusting into me, meeting me, up and fast, faster and harder. Your pelvis pushes against my sensitive clit, sending aftershocks thru me, making me wetter.

I can hear how wet I am. Can you? Does it turn you on, I wonder? Does the sound of your hard cock going in and out of my wet, hot pussy turn you on? The sounds I make as I moan and gasp and take your cock?

Does the smell of sex in the air turn you on? The smell of our sweat, my wetness, and your precum?

Or is it just what you see that turns you on? Men are visual, right? So watching me cum, seeing your fingers pleasure me, seeing how wet I get and how lost I get in the pleasure you give me, is that what gets you off?

Or will it be the feeling, the touch, the physicality of your hands holding mine, holding me down, pinning me down, your hips thrusting into mine, our stomachs meeting at each push, the feeling of my tight, hot, wetness wrapped around your long hard cock?

Suddenly, you pull away.

“I want to watch you suck me,” you say. And you lie back on the bed.

I get on my knees between your legs. I pull my long hair off to one side of my head. I bend forward and put my hands high up on your thighs which are spread apart. My tongue starts at the base of your cock, and I lick up the shaft to the tip. I try to keep eye contact with you the whole time. I can taste the mixture of my cum and your precum on your dick, salty and sweet.

I do it again. Then I start down even further, around your balls, licking and swirling around them before I come up to the shaft and run the flat of my tongue along your cock to the tip. I tongue the slit at the tip.

“Oh God, yes, Liz. Like that. Oh you are so fucking good at that. Oh God, that feels so good. I love the way you suck my cock.” I do that over and over. I lick your balls first, then the shaft, then the tip. Again. And again.

Then I catch the top of your cock in my mouth and take the entire thing in, sliding down so I envelop the entirety in my warm mouth, keeping the suction on a little. Then up again. then down again, far enough that you feel the tip reach the back of my throat. And again. Each time so you know that you’re hitting the back of my throat.

You moan, still watching. I can tell you love watching me.

Your cock is now coated in my saliva. I take my hand and start moving it with my mouth so there is constant pressure, either with my wet hand jerking you off, or my hot wet mouth sucking on you. Up and down but now, instead of the back of my throat, I try to take you down my throat. I try to take the tip of dick back there every time I go down, feeling the spit increase as I do it. Hoping you don’t get turned off by the increased sloppiness.

You put your hands in my hair, tight. “Oh, god yes, all the way, baby,” you say. You thrust your hips up to meet my mouth as I go down on you. And you’re holding my head down too, not too hard, just hard enough, encouragingly. Showing me that you are in charge and letting me know what you want, at this is turning you on, that this feels good.

I want to please you just as you pleased me so I try harder to take you into my throat, ignoring and suppressing my gag reflex as best I can.

“Oh you are so fucking good at this,” you say. “That feels so good. Such a good girl. Such a slutty little good girl. Yes, oh yes,” Your fingers in my hair tighten, hard. almost too hard. “Yes, oh, yes, I’m cumming!” you yell out. “Oh God, yes!” as your fingers tighten, your hips thrust up at my face.

You are cumming, and I tighten my mouth around your dick. I suck a bit to make certain to get all of your cum as it goes almost straight down my throat. “Oh yeah, like that, oh yeah,” you moan. “Yes, fuck, yes. That is so good.”

Then your body relaxes completely, and your fingers relax in my hair. After a couple of beats, they release all together. Then your hands move down to my shoulders, and pulls me up and off of your cock. You pull me up into your arms.

“Damn, girl, that was amazing. I love fucking you.”

You wrap your arms around me and hold me to you. You kiss my hair, the top of my head, and my forehead. Then you kiss me on the mouth. You sigh and hold me close so I can hear your heartbeat.

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