Wednesday

The instant the door slams shut, we turn to each other, lips finally finding each other after years and years of searching…

Your fingers start working on the buttons of my shirt… god, why did I bother buttoning it today? and we stumble back a few steps, until your back presses against the door…

Pulling back for a moment, I look you in the eyes and ask…

“Are you sure?”

Biting your lower lip, those sea greens scan my face for half a second before you suck in a breath and pull me back in… any and all doubt swept away in an instant.

Reaching the last button, you start pushing my shirt off of my shoulders. As soon as my arms are free, I return the favor, lifting your t-shirt up and over your head. I lean in, lips working on your neck as my fingers work at your bra clasp. I swear I know how to do it, but it's been a while and the anticipation is sapping my fingers of their usual dexterity…

Finally, they remember how to work and the bra comes away… I take a step back and just look at you in absolute awe, wondering yet again how it is that such beauty can possibly exist in this world, much less just there before me…

But only for a moment before the need to taste you overwhelms my amazement, and I find my way back to your neck… your shoulders…

Getting down on one knee, I look up, and our eyes meet for just a moment before you close yours and tilt your head back to rest against the door as I take a nipple, so very erect in the chill air of the room, into my mouth.

My lips move to your sternum as I begin working the button on your jeans. It's very nearly over then and there as I watch, mesmerized, as you wiggle the jeans over those impossibly sexy hips, taking your panties with them. As you kick them away, I lean back in, resting my hands on the tops of your hips and kissing your belly.

Slowly, ever so slowly, doing my best to maintain control, to not just let the animal take over, I work down… down… down… your hands finding my hair as mine slide behind you to grasp your ass, using it to pull you closer as I finally, finally make my way to…

“♒️…” my name slips from you the moment my lips touch yours… barely more than a whisper… coming out involuntarily, as if you've been waiting… aching for this moment…

Because you have. For a decade.

And as I finally, finally learn the taste of you, your knees weaken and your back starts sliding down the door… but I push back up against you with my lips. Helping you regain your footing while doing everything in my power to take it away…

And we stay like this, your hands holding my head in place, my hands pulling you away from the door as my mouth pushes you into it… my tongue, working a very different kind of button…

But, after a few moments, the sound of your breathing pushes me past some threshold, and the animal within slips its leash, taking control…

I lean back and look up at you.

“Turn around.”

Somehow knowing what's on my mind, you obey instantly. And once again the game very nearly ends prematurely as you use one arm as a pillow against the door, arching your back ever so slightly to push your ass out, just there, just in front of my face…

Before I'm even finished marveling at the absurd magnificence before me, I see your other hand reach down to continue the work my tongue had begun. As if waking from a daze, I slowly lift my hands back up and along those long, long legs… working my way from your calves… the backs of your knees… to finally once again grasp that thing, massaging it, taking in every single last detail with the hungriest eyes the world has ever known…

I know what I want. But I like to tease myself as much as I like to tease you, and I do have some self-control. So I lean in, kiss first one cheek, then the other, then finally your tailbone. And from there I begin moving down…

down…

down…

Slowly at first, not wanting to rush things, not sure if you're really into where this is headed… but I notice your fingers still working, your breath still quick and heavy, your back still arched, pushing yourself towards me… And as if that weren't already enough…

“Do it.”

The words, barely audible, barely articulate, come out of you as a single, quick breath.

Not one to disobey, I waste no more time pulling your cheeks apart and leaning in. Pressing my lips against your asshole, I kiss it… once… twice… before pushing the hot tip of my tongue against it. Your breath catches. Somehow, the motion of your fingers becomes even more feverish. Your knees weaken again, before rallying to keep you upright. And as I alternate between kissing and sucking and pushing and pushing and pushing with my tongue, your breath becomes quicker, more ragged, until finally…

…finally…

(but far, far too soon)

Your entire body quakes, your knees finally giving out completely as you slide down to rest on them… your fingers still working at a more controlled pace for a few seconds as aftershocks continue to wrack through you…

I reach around you and grasp your breasts as I pull you into a hug from behind, and my lips once again find your neck… nuzzling gently as your breathing and fingers slow, returning almost to normal.

After a moment, you turn around and kiss me, our tongues exploring each other once again, before pulling back away and pushing me down to lie on the floor. Then you straddle me, your sea greens locking on to my sky blues as your fingers help guide me home.

But, after all that…

You roll your hips once… twice…

And then it's my turn to be a quivering mess, our eyes still locked…

“God, ⭐️… I love you…”

Surprising even yourself, the simple words push you past the edge again… Both of us completely losing control of our bodies for a moment before you collapse on top of me, then roll to my side… whisper in my ear…

“I love you, too…”

…

“But this floor is awfully uncomfortable… let's get in bed!”

And we do. Spent. Exhausted. We've both gotten too old to go at it again…

…

…or have we?

Good night, my love. Sweet dreams. I love you.

Yours,
♒️