I mist you
I look in the mirror again, just to make sure that everything is perfect. But
the mouth that stares back at me seems to beg me to rescue it from from the
shiny lip-gloss. I reach for a more sultry shade of red and slide off the lid.
As I push the color onto my lips, they sigh in relief. I toss the lipstick on
the counter and hurry out the door. I would hate to start off our short time
together by making him wait for me in the terminal.
I rush through security and hurry to gate 15A. People are starting to come out
the door, and I look for him in the crowd. I admire the freshly tanned and
refreshed-looking people as they exit the plane. I guess most of them are back
from a few weeks in the sun. The short sleeves worn by most of them will prove
to be a mistake once they step out into the crisp northern air. No matter for
me though ... I brought a jacket for him just in case.
He steps out the door and I am breathless. I forget where I am for a moment,
and what I am supposed to do next. He stops in the middle of the lobby and
starts looking for me, and I come back to my senses and approach him. My vision
starts to blur when I get near him, and I begin to think that this is just
another daydream. Then I hear his breathy whisper in my ear, and his arms
around my waist, and then his lips on my cheek. "I've missed you," he says. I
grab his hand and practically run for the door.
The ten minute drive to my flat seems like an eternity. I try to keep my eyes
on the road and my mind on driving, but I am surprised when I find myself parked
outside my place. He is already outside the car, with his bag in his hand and a
questioning look on his face. I jolt back to the moment, and rush into his
waiting arms. His hand around my waist, he guides me through the door, and I
feel the wetness rush between my legs. This is the moment I've been dreaming of
for months, and it's finally happening. He tosses his bag into the corner and
looks into my eyes straight on. My heart skips a beat, and I close my eyes and
wait for him to tear my clothes off and throw me to the floor and ...
Nothing. I open my eyes and he's staring at me, smiling. He slips his hand
from my cheek down my neck, and begins to slowly unbutton my blouse. His eyes
never leave mine. At this moment I realize that it isn't going to be the way
I've imagined. After so long away from, I was sure he'd want to get off hard
and quick. But here, again, I'd underestimated him. I start to get a little
choked up, and my eyes start to water. He unhooks my bra, and moves to the
zipper on my skirt. He's still looking at me, and I feel my skirt fall to the
floor. He bends down, finally breaking my gaze, and slips off my shoes and my
dampened thong. Then he looks up at me and smiles.
He stands up and holds me at arms length. He looks at my body carefully, as
though he were trying to find something. Finally he breaks the silence and
murmurs, "I've missed you." I gasp, and he catches me in his arms. Somehow we
end up next to the kitchen table. I feel the cold butcher block against the
skin of my backside, and I watch him sink to his knees. I watch him as he
pushes my legs apart, and he greets my awaiting pussy with a sweet grin. I
notice that my hands have grabbed the edge of the table and my knuckles are
white as I wait with closed eyes to feel the first touch. I can sense him
getting nearer and nearer for what seems like hours, until the tip of his tongue
finally reaches me. In an instant I feel the waves of orgasm pass over me, and
I don't even stop to think about how surprised he looks.
Always the perfect gentleman, he waits patiently for my heart rate to stabilize.
When I open my eyes, he's sitting in a chair at the table with his palm over
mine. I finally release my death grip on the table and turn to him. He greets
me with a smile, and I smile back. He returns to his knees, still fully
clothed, and I feel his breath on my pussy again. I moan in complete agreement
with his plan. He runs his tongue in slow circles around my pussy, and then
focuses in on my clit as two of his fingers slide inside of me. He curls his
fingers toward the sky, and massages my g-spot with a deftness that I'd been
trying to replicate for months. I start to feel my eyes watering again. As he
rubs me from the inside, the familiar waves of physical pleasure and emotional
release start to overcome me. He is the only man who's found this spot, and it
makes me cry in ecstasy every time.
I open my eyes and realize that he is almost completely undressed. He is
pushing his boxers off with one hand and his eyes are closed, mouth attached to
me. I sit up quite abruptly, and he opens his eyes. I look at him, and he
stands up, completely naked. My breath quickens as I feel him leaning toward
me, his hands resting on the table on either side of me. I can feel his hard
penis against my skin, and I moan as he touches his lips to mine. I can taste
the sweet juice of my pussy on his breath and his tongue, and I revel in the
sensation. Slowly, he slides inside of me, and stands up all of the way. I
lean back on my elbows and arch my back, and his penis is pushed up against my
g-spot.
He rotates his hips slowly, careful to keep the head circling in just the right
spot. He looks down at me, and I begin to cry. My breathing is quick and
shallow, and I manage to whisper, "I've missed you, too." An understanding
smile comes across his face, and he sees that I am close to the edge. He begins
to pump in and out, and slides one of his arms around the small of my back. He
holds me there, as he starts moving faster and faster. I am sobbing, and he
looks concerned. Even though I've cried before, it seems to take him by
surprise each time. I can feel the orgasm welling up in me, and he can feel it,
too. He places his palm in between my breasts and I feel him going faster and
faster. I lift up my legs and wrap them around his waist. My pussy tightens
around him as he pounds in and out of me.
I feel my eyes begin to roll back into my head, and my vision starts to blur. I
try my hardest to suck in one last deep breath. The oxygen fills my lungs and
makes me dizzy. My whole body starts to tingle and my orgasm begins. I stay
there, suspended in that moment for what seems like an eternity. He continues
his rhythm inside of me, and my body finally begins to shake and shudder as my
orgasm finally pushes me over the edge. My pussy begins to spasm, and milks all
of the seed from his penis. His eyes remain open and focused on me, and his
brow furrows as he bites his lip. Not a sound escapes his lips until after his
orgasm, when he leans over me and wipes my eye with his thumb.
I begin to giggle nervously, as I realize that I have been weeping mercilessly
for more than half an hour. He just smiles and says, "Don't worry, honey. I
understand." I wiped my eyes again and whispered, "Please don't ever make me
miss you again."
