I couldn’t stop thinking about later; I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. He filled my thoughts, completely covered them. Distracting myself was close to impossible.
I had managed to get ready though; that was tough enough in itself. When I stripped of my pajamas earlier this morning, it took a lot not to reach down and stroke my clit.
When I got into the shower, and started washing my body, it was even harder not to touch those special places. I so badly wanted to slide my fingers deep inside, to stroke that special spot, and give myself earth shattering orgasms.
After fighting all of my urges, I finished up, and got out. After drying off, I grabbed my lotion and began to rub it all over my body. I paid special attention to my breasts, and my thighs, rubbing close to my cunt, creating strong tingles throughout my body.
My body was dying to be touched. Not by me, if necessary my fingers would do, but my body really needed to be touched by him.
I dug through my drawers and found exactly what I was looking for. I slid into my strapless A-line cut dress. The bodice was a black, and the skirt a pastel blue. It was one of the dresses that had the zipper in the front. I put on a pair of black sandal wedges and straightened my hair.
I did my makeup naturally, just a little to cover the bags underneath my eyes, caused by my lack of sleep because I was so excited. I put a light amount on my eyes, just to brighten my face, with a pink shade on my lips.
I’ll let you know a bit about everything, so you’re not completely out of the loop.
His name was Grey, and we met online. We enjoyed talking to each other right away, and did all of the time. I was sixteen years old, and he much older. I fell in love with him, rather quickly. He’s the first and only man I’ve ever truly ever been in love with.
He was dominant, and I was submissive, but not to the extent of some relationships. I was his, but he was mine. He didn’t just control me sexually; it wasn’t like that. He had been teaching me, while loving me, and also guiding me into what it meant to be a submissive whore.
I was a virgin, never really doing anything beyond kissing a few boys, and rubbing them through their pants. He brought out the other side of me, the side that made my insides terribly excited. I always planned on waiting to have sex with someone that I really loved. I quickly knew that it was him that I was waiting for.
He was my Master, but also my lover, and I couldn’t wait to make love with him. To be fucked by him. Owned and claimed, yet caressed and gently touched by him.
Finally the clock reached 5:30. Finally.
My phone buzzed at 5:33, and I saw a text message from him.
“Baby girl, I’ll be there in a few.”
I quickly typed back an “okay,” with a smilie face. I went down a mental checklist quickly, just to make sure I had everything that I needed. And when I was done, he was pulling into my driveway. I decided to wait until he came to my door, instead of going out.
If I went out, I would run to him, and would have no patience about waiting for him, and possibly knock him down.
At least by him coming to my door, there was no room for me to run.
He knocked on my door, and I waited twelve seconds before opening it. When I saw him behind the door, my body felt as if it would burst. I smiled the biggest smile I had ever before, and did a little hop as if I was a twelve year old with her first boyfriend.
I didn’t run over to him, I just stood there. Practically frozen. I was mesmerized; he was really there in front of me!
“Brook, baby, you look beautiful.”
“Greyson! My God, you’re actually in front of me. Grey!” I squealed his name in delight.
Grey was my everything. He had been for a while, and finally I was getting him. He loved hundreds of miles away from me, and we had been long distance our entire relationship, but finally today, I was really getting him.
I was nineteen and he was thirty-seven. I’d always enjoyed looking at older men, but I’d never fallen for one. That was until he came into my life. He captivated me- I fell for him in an instance.
It was now that we went to hug one another. I pressed myself into his body. Taking in his scent, his touch, and his feeling. After a few moments, I looked up and stared at the man in front of me. To me he was perfect, in every way.
“Hey love,” he said to me with a smile. His voice and words made me melt. Practically fall apart inside. His southern accent drove me wild.
“Hello,” I squeaked out, through my excitement. I reached up on the tips of my toes and pressed my lips against his. I had wanted to kiss him for such a long time and finally I was able to. Everything I had ever imagined for our kiss was true and real. It was deep and intense, yet sweet and fully of love.
Our tongues intertwined with one another, sliding together, feeling each other. His taste was wonderful, amazing, perfect and lovely. To top it off, I could do this as long as I’d like to for the rest of the weekend.
He pulled away after a while. My head had begun to spin, and to be honest I was clueless on how long we’d been kissing.
“Brooklyn, you’re amazing.”
“Greyson. Grey, I love you. I love you with all of my heart.” I announced aloud. Loudly too, louder then I wanted too.
“Baby girl, I love you too. So much, I love you.”
“You’re really here?” I asked, still amazed.
“Yes, my love. Kiss me again.” He said, before leaning in and cupping my face in his hands. We shared another deep, loving kiss; a kiss that left me breathless.
“Want a quick tour?” I asked, regaining my full awareness.
“Of course.” He answered with a smile.
So, I showed him around my home, our home. It was simple; I was renting a house while I was in school. Couldn’t afford anything more, but what I had was mine.
The tour ended back in the living room.
“Can’t wait to get back here tonight, and mess up that cute little bed of yours.” He said seductively, as I grabbed my purse. A small giggle arose from my throat, and butterflies began to fly in my belly.
“Now, let’s get going.” He said to me.
“Okay.” I replied, with a smile and a small skip in my step.
We went out to the rental car, and I slipped into the passenger seat. He got in his side, and looked at me, before turning the car on.
“I am so happy, that I finally get to spend an evening with you.” And with that he turned the car on and pulled out of my tiny driveway. He messed with the radio as he drove.
“Any good stations?”
“Try 95.5.” I said.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Where are we going?” I asked him. The GPS on the dash gave him directions. Without them this man would be lost.
“Surprise.”
“I like surprises.”
“I know.” He replied. We didn’t really talk, except for the song or two we decided to belt out.
After following directions for twenty minutes or so, we ended up at a quaint little restaurant, that I, myself, had never been to. I lived here, and I’d never heard of it.
“How’d you find this?”
“Asked the car rental guy, about romantic little restaurants. This was his number one choice.”
“Aw, it’s cute.”
“It is.” After I unbuckled my seatbelt, I leaned over, and kissed him hard on the lips. We got out of the car, and his hand grasped mine as we walked into the place.
Once we were seated, and ordered our food, we began to have a conversation.
“How was the flight?”
“Good. Long, but good. Knew I was landing, to something special and amazing.”
“Stop being perfect!” I said, with a laugh.
“Really?”
“No. Be you. I love you.”
“I love you to, beautiful.” We shared a smile that melted my insides. That melted all of me, until it was just my heart. The heart that beat, for him.
“Fuck. I can’t believe you’re really in front of me.”
“I know, sweetheart. It’s crazy- but really very wonderful.”
Our food was brought to us, and we ate. Talking about anything and everything. From music, to us, to what we were going to do for the next few days. It took us over an hour and a half to eat, because we couldn’t stop talking to one another.
When we had finally finished, deciding against dessert, he took his hand in mine, and looked me in my eyes. “Brook, I want to take you to world’s unexplored, places and new heights you’ve never been.”
I simply nodded. I couldn’t muster anything else. I was still trying to absorb everything that was happening.
“Do you want to go out, I had another idea for us, but I really want to do other things with you right now.”
“No. I just want you.” I said, surprising myself with my own amount of forwardness.
“Good,” he answered. I sat excitedly, while we waited for the waiter to bring back his debit card. He refused to let me pay, I wanted to help, but he said he’d be upset, if I asked to anymore.
We went to the car, in almost a skip, until I decided to run. Yes, like a young girl, I ran in a parking lot, and the best thing of it all, is that he chased after me. The parking lot was large, and it gave me some distance until the car.
He caught up to me, just before we got to the car, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I broke out into laughter, and giggles. I pressed the back of me against him, and his face reached over to look at me. He leaned in and kissed my neck and my cheek.
“Got ya.” He said, when he released me.
“I’ll get ya, later.” I said, giving him a sort of flirty look that probably looked better in my head, than in actuality.
“We’ll see.”
“I better get you later.” I replied back to him, as I shut the car door.
“Yes, baby.” He said, as he turned on the car. Our song was playing on the radio, and I instinctively reached for the radio and raised the volume seven or eight decibels.
“Sing with me!” I shouted over the blaring radio. So we sang that song, and the next. When he lowered it after three songs, he took my hand that was lying on the arm rest.
I moved my hand from his though, and moved it closer to him. I brought it to his knee, resting it there, before slowly creeping up his thigh until I was almost at his hip. My hand slid over, and over the crotch of his pants.
I ran over him again and then three times. I could feel him start to harden underneath my palm. It made my insides tingle in delight. I put my hand on his cock against his pants, and wrapped my fingers around the outline.
I wanted in his pants so badly, right now. I squeezed him lightly, and then a bit harder, getting a small moan to arise from his throat. One of my favorite sounds.
I stroked him as best I could through his pants, and got him nice and hard. Finally we pulled into my driveway, and I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough.
I unlocked the door, before he had even shut his car door.
My cunt was soaked, and I needed him now. I needed him to take what was his. My body had been his for a while now, and tonight he was taking it. Claiming me, taking what I was so excited to give him.
He made it through the door, as I was putting my purse on the counter and throwing my phone on the charger. He closed the door behind him, and put his phone and wallet on the counter as well, before coming up to me. I was just watching him, and was surprised when his body came up against mine.
With some force, he took me into his grasp, my back hitting a wall. My hair slid into his fingers, when he put his hand against my upper neck, and began to kiss me. His knee slid in between my legs, pressing me against the wall roughly.
He kissed me deep and intense. Opening my mouth with his, and slipping his tongue against mine. He tasted delectable, and I wanted more of him, so I kissed back with as much roughness, and strength.
My arms were against the wall, but moved to be on his hips. So badly, I wanted to unbutton him and take out, what was mine.
“I want you so badly, Brook, I have wanted to make love with you for so long.” He mumbled, through our kiss.
“Grey, my body is dying to be touched by you.” I mumbled back. “Want to move to our room?”
“Please.” He spit out, before leaving out kiss and grabbing my hand, taking me to the bedroom.
We stood near the footboard, and Grey began kissing my chest and neck, before pulling the zipper down my chest. His hands, with the dress in his grip, slid down my body, until I felt the dress flow to my feet. I felt his fingertips wrap around my behind, and squeeze roughly.
He continued to kiss me, as his hands roamed my body, running over the front of my bra, and my stomach. He pulled away from the kiss, and looked at my body. I began feeling tremendously vulnerable, but when I saw him smile, all those feelings went away.
“You’re so gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I said, as I began to reach for the hem of his shirt, and I began pulling it up. Once it was over his head, and in my hand, I threw it.
Where it landed? No idea.
All I knew, is it was no longer covering his chest. I ran my fingers up his chest, resting them on his shoulders. He was average build, but looked hot to me. Completely and totally fuckable.
I wanted to drop to my knees, to take him in my mouth, but I waited. Waited for him to take full control, and guide me. He knew what he was doing, he’d fucked many times.
He’d fucked many times over the years, but the last few years, he’s waited for me as I’ve waited for him. This was something we both needed.
“What do you want, right now?”
I looked at him, unsure of how to respond. My head told me so many different things to say, and I responded with the first thing, I could manage out.