2001-04-29 at 12:13 a.m.

The Long Wait

by The Vault

I want to open you like a birthday gift... ah, but wait just a bit longer, my dear...

We hold in the silence of the warm, dimly lit room. I can hear your breathing, see the fathoms in your eyes when you look at me. It’s almost too much. Your arms are around my waist, your body pressed against mine. You’re so warm, so hard. Just wait.

I raise my hands and caress your face... you shut those marvelous eyes. It seems as if a great burden is removed from you when I stroke you like this. As for myself, every cell in my body yearns toward you, and the arousal-quickened beating of my heart simply repeats your name.

My fingers trail down your soft skin, your cheeks, your forehead, the ridge of your eyebrows and nose, ever so gently over your perfect eyelids. Down, my dear, and I am touching your lips. Wait just a moment... I want to feel their velvety smoothness before you part them, take my fingertips into your warm wet mouth and suck them, flicking them with your tongue.

Ah... I gasp and sigh at once. My nipples are two hard pebbles on the rise of my breasts. I cup your throat between my hands, feel the soft flesh, the vital beat of pulse. I want it. I go on, undo the buttons on your black shirt one by one and spread it to the waist.

I take your sides in my hands, feel the satiny shirt sliding between us, bend and place my lips on your collarbones. I want to make you feel it, my hungry mouth in the hollow of your throat. You love it.

I move down more and my hands move up. Now I take a nipple in my mouth, suck, rub with my tongue, tease with my teeth and lips. Yeah, moan for me, darling. I want to have you on your knees. Roughly I pull your shirt the rest of the way off, let it drop to the floor. Fuck yeah. I rub your nipples beneath my thumbs while I kiss you, let our lips and tongues mate for a while.

I feel your hands urging up the back of my shirt. I break our kiss, raise my arms and hold your gaze while you remove my shirt. You take me back into your arms; I cradle you against me as you kiss my throat; I look down at my breasts. In the strapless bra they are displayed for your pleasure, soft and sweet, like peaches and cream. I watch you move one strong, long-fingered hand and place it on my breast. You love how they feel. You lift it slightly to free the nipple and suddenly you *are* on your knees, my beautiful boy. You take the nipple in your mouth, work it. I have to take down your hair, run my fingers through it convulsively as each movement of your lips, teeth, and tongue goes straight to the pit of my stomach, forcing my arousal higher.

Too much – I lift your face in my hands and kiss you again. You undo my bra and cast it aside even while you kiss me so tenderly. I feel you hands once more and now I feel drenched at my crotch. Oh, but wait.

You kiss down my belly; you bite teasingly at the button of my jeans before undoing them, tugging the pants down while you look at me, your expression serious and your eyes sensually half-lidded.

Oh, God. I step out of them for you, spread just a little. You stroke me, first the outer mound with its soft sandy hairs and then between my thighs to where I’ve shaven, where the folds are slick and silky. My hands are on your shoulders – my knees go weak when, holding my gaze calmly with your own, you withdraw your fingers and lick them clean.

I have to remember to breathe.

Yes, my heart’s desire. I manage to reel back a few steps and sit down on the bed. I take you by the belt loops of your jeans and draw you to me. God, how beautiful you are. My child, my lover, everything I desire. I’m lost for a moment in your ice-blue eyes, lost in how much I love you.

Then I see your soft flesh before my face once more, nuzzle into your belly for a moment and slip my tongue into your navel, making you grunt with pleasure. Yes, I think. Tonight I will suck your cock. Tonight I’ll let you come on these ripe, firm tits, lick it up and feed it to me in your kiss. Tonight I’ll slip a finger into your ass, stroke you from the inside and the outside... and I’ll let you do me the same way... you love how unbearably tight it is.

Yes, we’ll please each other over and over, in every way, in every part of our bodies. But we have all the time in the world, and I want to make love to you right now.

You love seeing me down here, don’t you. I unzip your jeans. God, that must hurt. I feel a slow roll in my belly, when I see the strained front of your underwear. I’m hungry for it... let me see it...

I pull them down, past your knees. You step out of them. Oh yes. I’ve never seen anything quite like you before, and each time I grip your warm hardness in my fist like this, I am amazed – I cannot close my hand all the way.

Soft, hot flesh. You groan. You’re already wet at the tip – I have to; I bend and suck the sweetness from you. I feel your hand on the back of my head – asking, not demanding. But oh, you can. I need you to... force it, lover, or else I’ll never fit your length all the way down my throat.

Yes... oh god... oh...

I push back against your hand, pull your erection out of my throat so I can breathe again. But I’m so hungry.

I stretch out on the bed and you follow me. This is a choreography we both feel in our bones. God... you position yourself on top of me, cradled between my thighs, your erection throbbing against my mound. But you just hold me for a long moment. I’m in heaven, my arms tightly around you. Oh, beloved. Oh god. You fill me up; you overflow my soul. Just to touch you, taste you, smell you, see you, hear you. Everything. Be my everything.

Now you move, you raise up on hands and knees. I know what you want. I reach down and open for you, watch you grip that monster and place its head at my gates. Yes, right there, lover, ahh... Oh, we both moan as you sink to your hilt in me. This is the place you have longed to be... the same place that has ached for you to fill it.

God, you’re huge. You fill me to my womb; you tug everything inside me as you pull back. You cling to me; you go so slowly. I am rocked on the waves... god... I love to come, to clench around you and cover you with my juice...

Breathe, my beauty. Oh my god, I’m going to lose it... I feel my silence coming on. I have to... I need...

More. Now. Please god. I’m begging it out loud as I nibble your earlobe, clench my fists in your hair. Please. Faster. Harder. Take me. *Fuck* me... come deep inside me so I can keep you safe and whole forever.

Now... oh god. You, only you, always you. I’m moving with you, frantic, desperate. I feel your delicious body get so tight. Oh god, you’re nearly there, aren’t you... my baby, my only!

And you break your silence... you go absolutely still but I keep going because I want to break you. I want to empty you to the dregs.

Say it as I milk you, as I treasure your orgasm as much as my own three...

“... oh god... oh yeah... oh, that feels so good... fuck yeah... oh...”

I can feel it... so warm inside me, so pleasurable. We hold so tightly. I love that. Our heartbeats slow... I feel them as one. In a moment you must pull out and lay down beside me. We tangle up together, your long beautiful body and my short round curves. Here I am, glowing. You are my angel from heaven.

I love all of this, yes, all the ecstasy we give each other. But I’ll tell you what touches me most. It is when we wake in the middle of the night for no reason, just holding and breathing. We are naked. Still half-asleep and sore from our excesses, you cover me once again and slip into me. We embrace each other and rock like a gentle tide, reaching for the orgasm that is more confirmation and bonding than climax. Again I want to receive you... again you pour your pleasure into me. I can feel that warmth in my belly that marks me as yours, irrevocably. And then we cuddle together again, closer than life and death, and we sleep until the dawn’s light caresses both our faces.

I love you, my angel.