At Last

She exhaled loudly again for the umpteenth time since she left her hotel room, her stomach in knots with excitement and anxiety. Her long finger pressed the lift button down, and she counted as her stomach flipped again. “Twelve, fourteen, sixteen, eighteen – oh I should go back to my room” as the lift bell softly rang its arrival. “Damn!” The elevator quickly brought her to the lobby, and she exited with yet another sigh. “Get yourself together, girl!” she scolded herself. She moved across the lobby floor towards the lounge in a form fitting black dress and black slingbacks with a soft pale pink pachmina. Entering the archway into the lounge, she paused and looked quickly across the room, finding him sitting and waiting at a small table. Although they had not met yet, they knew who each other were by “feel”. He stood up, as she advanced to the table, looking fine in a dark suit and white dress shirt. Their hands connected and pulled each other into a warm embrace. Finally, to meet after months of talking, was a wonderful moment.

Her nervousness melted away as he engaged her completely, as he always had during their chats. The lounge noise and people ebbed away as they conversed and laughed, like old friends, not like new ones. The scotch was relaxing each of them, and she leaned over and whispered, “I wish we were snuggling.” His eyes intently looked into her eyes, seeing his own reflected back. The need crackled between them, the desires registering as each breath heard seemed louder than the people in the room. She rose from her chair smiling at him. She leaned closer and whispered, “Come up.” He had not intended for this, but was unable to stop himself. He reached for her hand.

They entered the lift, and his arm went around her waist, and pulled her closer. She reached to the buttons and pressed the correct floor, while feeling his breath in and on her ear. She softly moaned. Turning her face, their lips found each other; soft and unsure. The bell signaled their arrival, and she took his hand and led him down the corridor. Entering into the suite, the lights were low. She kicked off her shoes as she moved into the sitting area. Turning to him, starting to ask him if he wanted a drink, she stopped at the look on his face. She leaned against the bar, smiling. He moved over and into her arms like they had done this a million times before. The kiss was long and learning; his tongue explored with wet firmness as the passion was being stoked. Her mouth opened up to him, allowing access and following suit in exploring. Her hand found their way under his suit jacket and caressed his warm back. Hands became busy removing garments as the need for skin became tangible. His jacket off, tie removed, white shirt unbuttoned, belt undone, trousers unzipped. She looked at him, with lust and need. She took his hand and turned towards the bedroom. His hand went up and slowly unzipped her dress as she walked in front of him. At the bed, she turned and smiled, shrugging off her dress, standing there bare legged in her black thong and matching bra. She peeled off his clothing until he stood there naked. She pressed her body into his, kissing him passionately.

She had fantasized about this very moment, a number of times. Their chats never became cyber-sex, but they were always underlying sensuality and desires never quite exposed. Never had her thoughts included this very real and very powerful passion that was coursing through her body. It was as if, her reasonable mind had been disconnected, and this moment with him was caught and taken hostage.

Their arms opened and desires unleashed. Their hunger was palpable. They kissed while slowly moving to the bed. She softly pushed him back, and slipped onto the bed, pressing her body against his again. He had no thought in his head except that this kissing was amazing! He could not get enough. He had lost the playful art of lustful kissing, but oh, the taste of her mouth and so warm and kissing him back. The feel of her tongue grazing his, made his body shiver with desire. Their mouths trailed along jaws, around ears, down necks, softly nibbling, tasting and devouring. Careful not to mark, each touch branded their skin.

She drew in a breath, and stopped. He opened his eyes. He brought up his finger to her mouth, and said, "This. This is now. This is our moment. This. This moment is all us." And, his mouth replaced his finger, kissing her deeply and with a passion that surprised him. They continued to explore each other; moving pillows, kissing, touching, tasting and watching. The world melted away, as these two became one, urgently and with a raw demand that was as old as time.

He explored her. His hands and fingertips memorized each contour, the texture of her soft skin and the faint heat rising. His eyes were burned with the beauty of her. His tongue kissed and licked the slight salt on her skin, wanting more. He could smell her sexy wetness, and continued down her body. He stopped directly about her clit and looked up. She had her head back with her eyes closed, but opened them to look at him. He held her gaze and lowered his mouth onto her clit. She moaned softly. His tongue flattened and caressed her clit. She tasted wonderful. He moved against her pussy like a man who had been starved, marveling in the feast before him. Her hips started to move against his mouth and tongue. He felt her urgency, and he tasted her need. His hands were holding her hips, pulling her closer. She abandoned herself, letting her pussy move and assisted his tongue in making love to her pussy. She released her orgasm into his tongue and into his mouth. Breathing hard, she tried to speak, but, was at a loss for words. He let her body slow down and moved up slowly up her body, licking soft wet trails and finally kissed her mouth, long and deeply.

"What a gift!" he whispered to her. She smiled at him with happy eyes. He moved over her body, and let his hardness find its way into her very wet and warm pussy. He stopped. In the moment of now, he had never felt this so intensely; the heat, wetness and uncontrollable desire. He thought of this as making love, not a fuck; this woman he knew very well after all their time chatting and now intimately. He moved with care, deliberate, teasing and invading. His pace changed as her body responded to him. Feeling her begin to orgasm again, he continued his pace, wanting to feel her gush onto his cock. The wave started, and come she did. She clutched at his ass, pulling him closer. She reached up and bit his shoulder. He felt her pussy open and close at once. Shuttering, he slowed his pace, watching her face. Her pupils were huge. There was a soft sheen of perspiration on her nose. She moaned, "oh godddd."

He lowered his mouth to her mouth. Tongues sliding into each other mouth. Licking and softly sucking, increasing their passion and need. The sounds of their wetness were loud in their ears. The underlying bassline of their breathing complimented their music. This was making love. Their kissing continued and grew.

He continued to swirl and move in her incredibly wet slick pussy. He thought, "This is ambrosia!" He had felt the urge to cum when she had orgasmed, but held off. Now, as the pace increased, he needed to cum. His making love to her was over, as he began his ascent to cumming. Deliberate again, he thrust into her pussy hard, and harder. Her body responded to the sheer lust and passion of his cock pounding in her open and wet pussy. His balls were tight and churning with cum, and his cock thick and rock-like. He could not stop. His pace was fast, furious, deliberate and needing. He noticed she was read to orgasm again. Her eyes were wide, her groans low and her body was on fire. She pulled him ever closer and then, he lost it. He groaned from deep within as his cum shot hard out from his cock into her gushing pussy as she orgasmed. He slowed down his movements with each release. Then he collapsed on top of her, his face in her neck.

Throughout the rest of the night into the early morning, they made love. They explored more. They memorized each other. They knew this was their only time. Each curve, reaction, sound and taste was memorized. As 2:00 am approached, he whispered that he had to leave, and they went into the shower for a last leisurely time. They lovingly soaped, washed, rinsed and dried each other. She hoped to keep things light, and loving, but her heart was slightly breaking knowing this was her last time to touch him. He dressed, and kissed her goodbye.

She closed the door to the suite and returned to the bedroom and slid into their bed, arms open wide. She closed her eyes and saw him, as she always had for many months. She could still feel his lips on her forehead, her cheek, her mouth. She turned her face into the pillow and smelled their love. Breathing deeply, she inhaled the intoxicating smell and then sighed. She curled up to the pillows, and whispered, “Good night, my love.”

As he walked down the corridor, he sighed a number of times until he pushed the elevator button. This evening had been so unexpected yet expected. He closed his eyes, picturing her smile and eyes. Waiting, his mind rolled back down the corridor, imagining her returning to their messy bed, naked, loved and sleepy. He almost turned around to go back, but heard the bell of the lift’s arrival. He stepped into the elevator with a loud sigh, and pressed L for the lobby.

(dedicated to JTA - who taught me so much about writing and opening yourself to being more authentic. Love you JTA)