Millimetre by Millimetre: Wistful Anticipation

“Come here to me,” you whisper. And I shuffle closer, slowly, quietly, feeling the heat from your body warming my back.

It’s early, a beautiful Sunday morning, the sunlight streaming in, the fan a subliminal drone. Later it will be scorching, but right now, I feel deliciously cool in my t-shirt. 

You’re holding me to you now. I’m lying with my back to your side, my neck resting on the arm you have snaked around me. Mmmh your fingertips brushing light patterns on my shoulder. I sigh feeling content, lazy joy, and you squeeze my shoulder.

“I love you,” you whisper, pulling me closer.

The heat in me is building, but it’s slow, deep and leisurely. I trail my hand behind me, my fingers limp, trailing my own patterns there over your hip. Small circles over the cotton of your shorts. 

Millimetre by Millimetre

Closing my eyes, I lie still against you, imagining how your cock might be hardening just next to my idly stroking fingers. I imagine how you feel, lying there with your arm wrapped around me, the other behind your head, your eyes closed, lost in your own thoughts. And you’re all too aware of the blood flooding your cock. Mmh. I imagine how it feels to you as it tick-tocks its own lazy way upward with the beat of your heart. The cotton teasing at it as it rises, moving under the material of your shorts. I wonder if you’re wondering, whether my fingers will wander closer. I want you to want them to. And uhhh, I want to.

My fingers move slowly over your hip, circling their circles over your skin through the cotton. My own sex flooding with heat, my own awareness focusing there. Ahh, feeling so good.

Millimetre by what I want to be agonising millimetre, my teasing fingers close in to where I hope to find your warm, flooded cock. Ah, anticipation, familiarity, that part of you I know so intimately. That part that never fails to excite me. I’m teasing myself as much as I am you. I need to touch you. You need me to touch you. 

My fingers are doing their slow dance over the crease where your thigh meets your crotch now. I can feel how the hair lifts the cotton of your shorts, so it no longer kisses your skin. How your hair moves under my fingers. I tease it. And, so very slowly, my hand moves closer to your cock, and I imagine it pulsing against the cotton of your shorts. Mmmh, there it is, that tent of air your hardness has created. And still I take my time, my little finger trailing, teasing at your hair. So close now.

“Mmmh.” 

Uhh, the quiet way you made that sound, barely audible, brings a grin to my lips and I wriggle my hips against you in my pleasure. God I so want to have you in my hand.

But you turn then, a sudden movement, forceful and loud enough to be heard over the fan. My fingers do touch the solidity of your cock, all warm and hard. But it’s a fleeting, brief tease of a thing. 

You pull my hips firmly against you and plant the length of yourself between my buttocks. For a moment, you hold me hard against you and I thrill, feeling your cock tick between my cheeks.

And then your hand slides from my shoulder, pulling and bunching my T-shirt up into a fist and I raise my hips a little to free it.

Wistful

I’m watching him while you do this, and yes, the sudden movement you made has woken him. He turns under the covers, languid, stretching. I freeze against you, my breath catching.

His eyes open, his arm pushing the duvet down and he comes up onto his elbow, looking at us, taking us in.

He has a proper eyeful of my tits, his gaze roving over them and my nipples harden. Uhh. I suck in my bottom lip and bite it, and his eyes move again to watch it slip from between my teeth. Then our gaze locks together.

I feel you rise behind me, your arm pressing deeper into the mattress below me. Mmh you’re kissing my shoulder, my neck, your cock pulses again between my buttocks. Your kisses trace slowly up towards my ear, and then you’re nibbling it, your breath teasing me there. 

Reaching a hand back, I pull your hips to mine, and I’m pushing back at the same time. Ahh, I want to feel every inch of your cock there at my ass. You give the slightest grunt into my ear.

Watching us, there’s a yearning in his eyes that I feel so deeply. Slowly, he raises his gaze to meet mine again. We stare at each other. And then he smiles that smile of his at me. Oh god, how I’ve missed it. How I miss him.

You yank the material of my T-shirt higher still and your other hand explores my tits, groping them gently, squeezing and stroking. Your cock is pressing hard at my ass. And I so want to touch it, to grope and squeeze it, just as you are doing to me. I want to give you back what you’re gifting me.

His gaze is on your wandering hand again now, those eyes I know so well darken in his lust. He lies back, pushes the covers down, off his naked chest and further, while he watches you stretching my nipples. Oh, my anticipation builds.

I move my hips forward, tilting them, and I slide my hand between us. I need to feel your dick in my fist. And you let me. 

My hand closes around it, and I give you a gentle squeeze. It feels so good. Warm and rigid, deliciously veined. He’s revealed his stomach now and my gaze roves over him needy and greedy. I can imagine kissing him again, drinking in his delicious scent. The soap he prefers. And underneath, the unique scent of him. And in my erotic daze, I stroke my hand down over your cock and squeeze your balls, your breath in my ear, teasing, ahh mmh.

The sheet is at his hips now, and for the first time, I can make out how his cock is tenting them. He becomes still, resting his arms back behind his head. I stare at the shape of him through the sheets, your cock pulsing in my hand, your breath pouring shivers down over my shoulders, my nipples painfully hard, your teasing fingers relentlessly pulling. And the sheets barely covering his cock shift with the pulse of his blood. 

How badly I want him.

Looking to his face again, he smiles that wistful smile. 

But it’s me who’s wistful.

Anticipation

You take my arm in your hand, and reluctantly, I release my hold on you. You pull me fast against you so your cock is resting between my cheeks again.

“Wish he was here,” you whisper, your breath and your beautiful familiarity soothing me. 

I turn to you, cling to you, grinning at our shared desire. 

“Me too,” I whisper.

“Would you blow him, while I fuck you?” You sweep my hair over my shoulder and boost me a little to kiss my lips.

I consider, feeling my ready wetness, wrapping a leg around you, so the tip of your dick is resting just at the entrance to my aching cunt. Oh, wanting so much to slip onto you. You take my thigh just above my knee and hoist it higher, sliding your cock up and down, over my slit, teasing my clit with your the length of you. 

And I could imagine this, I could imagine his cock just gently kissing my lips. Nudging them. Letting me drop worshipful kisses around his glans. Uhh, my tongue gently probing the tip until that first bead of precum forms. And it’s just for me. Mine alone to savour. Gently, I’d slowly slide the tip of my tongue under the beautiful ridge of his glans, back and forth. Back and forth. Until the bead grows. Uhh. 

And just before the surface of the perfect sphere of it breaks, I’d taste him intimately one more time.

“Mmmmh, yes,” I whisper.

And finally, you slide your cock inside me. Uhh, millimetre by agonisingly slow millimetre, you fill my aching emptiness with the gorgeous, wide length of you.

And you fuck me then, slowly and deeply.

And god, it feels so good.