Waiting

She felt his mouth as it made a trail up her belly. She felt as he licked and nibbled his way up, making her squirm beneath his touch. She felt as he supported his weight on his elbows, pulling himself up her body as she lay beneath him. She saw as he looked up at her, finding her own hands massaging her breasts, teasing her own nipples, grinning down at him. He stopped just below her rib cage and nipped at her skin playfully.

“Oh baby, don’t stop.”

She felt as a large hand emerged from beneath the weight of his body. She willingly allowed his hand move both her hands above her head in one fluid motion. She couldn’t help but gasp when his mouth replaced her hand; her taut nipple ready for him. He drove her mad making slow, lazy circles with his tongue before taking the pebbled bud in his mouth. She couldn’t help but bring her hands down and caress his shaven head as his mouth made love to her breast. His mouth moved across her chest, leaving a trail of kisses in its path. His mouth found her other breast ready for the same attention. She felt as he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, tugging gently with his teeth.

“Damn baby.”

His hand made its way slowly down her belly, making her squirm beneath him more. She knew where it was headed and smiled inwardly when he stopped just shy of her shaven mound. She knew he could feel her heat radiating from her. She lifted her hips slightly to meet his hand, but was gently pushed back to the bed. This was their game. He wanted to tease her and she always willingly gave in to it.

Her flesh came to life as his large fingers softly caressed her inner thigh. She couldn’t help but squirm under his touch again. She felt as his hand hesitated mere seconds before moving to her other thigh and repeating it’s hypnotic motions. He was driving her mad, and he knew it.

“Mm…yeah baby.”

His mouth trailed back down her torso as his hand did its dance on her thigh. When he reached her navel, she thought she would explode. Hisd cad came up, caressing the outer lips of her soaked pussy with his thumb. She begin moaning louder, not able to hold it back any longer.

He kissed her navel, then made a trail with his tongue to the top of her clean shaven mound. He made her catch her breath as his thumb parted her lips to make way for his mouth. Her hands came back upher her breasts as she felt the tip of his tongue trail the length of her wetness. His tongue reached her tip, finding her swollen clit ready for him.

His thumb entered her as his mouth lay claim on her nub, causing her to writhe beneath him. He suckled her swollen nub gently at first as his thumb glided in and out of her with ease. She was more than ready for him. Her hips moved in time with his hand as his thumb slid in and out of her. She felt his tongue on her, licking her juices as they oozed from her. She felt a sudden emptiness as he pulled his thumb from her core, only to moan seconds later as he slid not one but two fingers into her snatch.

“Oh shit baby. Do…”

His mouth lay claim on her clit once more. His hand picked up sped as his fingers plunged in and out of her. She moaned loudly when he crooked his fingers just the way she liked, rubbing her sweet spot. Her hips bucked under him, challenging the rhythm of his hand. She heard him moan as her muscles begin tightening around his fingers. Heaven was just around the corner and she couldn’t help but call out his name.

His mouth clamped down on her clit on last time and she knew that was all it would take to send her over the edge. With only his touch, she went over into the blissful chasm. Her juices oozed from her and his tongue lapped them as she rode out her orgasm.

She moaned as he slowly pulled his fingers from within her. She always hated that moment. The emptiness that was left from where he had been just seconds before could only be filled by him again. She watched as he moved back up the length of her body, yet she couldn’t feel his weight.

Angie opened her eyes and found herself alone in their big bed. Her nightshirt, his t-shirt, was bunched up around her waist. She felt the sheet beneath her soaked with her own juices. She could feel the wetness dripping between her legs.

Angie reached over anlt hlt his side of the bed. Cold. His pillow not slept on. He was still at work. She took his pillow in her arms, and nestled into it. It smelled like him and helped her during moments like this.

“Come home to me Sean.”

She lifted her head slightly and looked at the clock. It was past midnight. His job kept him out late most nights. Sometimes for days. He would be home soon.