Anticipation

Anticipation
for C

© August 1997 by Saffron

I take your hand and lead you to the bed. You sit. I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and place it around your eyes. We are both still fully dressed. I help you back onto the bed so you're lying on your back. You are not allowed to touch me...yet. I lie beside you. I take your hand in mine and kiss it... the back, the palm, each finger, each knuckle. I get to your thumb and suck it into my mouth...slowly. You try to caress my cheek with your fingers. I drop your hand back on the bed. I pause so you understand the rules: You try to touch me, I stop.

After a few moments, I go down to the foot of the bed and begin the remove your shoes...then your socks. I massage your feet. I take my time. I want you to relax. I reach my hand up you pant leg...one after the other and caress your calves. I hear you make sounds... almost inaudible. I stop.

I move to your face and kiss you...full, on the mouth. You kiss me back. I know how much you want to put your arms around me.

I move to kiss your neck. You move your head to accommodate me. I kiss down until I reach your cleavage. It is so soft. I stop and lay my head there for a moment. I your heartbeat quicken it's pace. Mine is beating fast as well. I see your nipples trying to push their way through your shirt. I unbutton your shirt. I cover your breast with my hands, your nipple pushing into my palms. I pause to look at them. They invite my mouth to take them but I resist the temptation. I wet my index finger with my tongue and trace wetness on your breast, but not the nipples. The sounds I hear you make urge me on.

I remove your shirt and finally, I attack your breast with my mouth with a hunger that was stronger than I realized. I flicked the nipple with my tongue while still keeping your other breast in my hand. I give them both the attention they deserve. I feel you arch your back and I know it is time to move on.

I kiss down your stomach and rub my cheek on it softness. I kiss you in different places. You don't know where the next kiss will come from. I rest my head on your stomach and run my hands down your legs, caressing you through the denim. Occasionally, I brush my fingers between your legs and each time you rise to meet me.

I position myself between your legs and slowly undo the buttons on your button-fly jeans. After each button is undone, I kiss the newly exposed area. I pull your pants and underwear off. You lift your body to assist me. I turn my attention to the wetness that is the sign of your desire. I reach a finger out to touch you and feel your body jerk. I move my finger as though I were memorizing each feeling...the softness. I looked at it and saw it's beauty. I placed my finger on what I knew to be the center of your pleasure and kept it there until I heard your moans of pleasure and felt your body stiffen within that pleasure. I felt tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

I took only a moment to remove my clothing, only then am I aware of how excited I'd become. Wearing only my underwear, I crawl back on the bed to snuggle close to your soft body and hug you. I move your hands around me and you hold me tightly. As the tears fall, I say softly, "Please don't let go," and I fall asleep in your arms.

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