"Heaven" Julia Michaels
He was scared to read it. I sent him a link to a post about him. I hope this side of me doesn't freak him out, I'm just exploring myself. But I can tell he's read it when I get a message from him, of my exact quote but him saying, "I'd leave no part on you untouched or without a kiss." My stomach fell. We spend the next, I don't know how long as I lost track of time, few hours sending hot and heavy messages. One of my surprised exhales was a bit too loud and played it off with a cough. Hope my blush didn't give myself away. I'm excited and hopeful. I thought my trip home this summer would be boring and uneventful. But now I have about 3 months of fantasizing how this can go down. Sex isn't always the glamorous steamy everything seemingly perfectly fitting and working out; it can be awkward. I smile because how ever it is, it will be our experience. I get to experience him experiencing me. Working me. Finally all of him and all of me. 20 years of wanting him. I need to get to the gym, I need some physical activity to work this off. Drumming tonight will be so welcomed as it's a physical and mental workout. Maybe this week I will hit the gym some extra days. It will help. My brain doesn't want to stay focused, we want to go take a bath lie back and feel my thoughts. I want to caress my body while thinking about him. I want to fantasize about the time we get to see each other again. Warm water, bubbles and slippery wet skin. Fingers caressing. Pinching. Inserting. His magnetic pull to me, and me to him is strong and undeniable. In our office where our cubicles sat there was no way to see the front entrance yet, I knew the second when he walked in. The hairs on my neck would stand. Electric. I remember hearing about his return move from out of state, I knew he might come back to the county but didn't know when. The county had a large county meeting with multiple departments. Auditorium full of people, and I knew the minute he entered. Not even knowing if he was back in town. I felt he was there. My butterflies in my stomach bounced frantically around; scanned the room and there he was. We took turns working the public counter. However, when I relieved him of his breaks he just took the desk behind me, staying in the room. Behind me. I could feel him watching me. His eyes caressing me, and undressing me. I could feel his hands from his imagination sliding up my thighs, reaching my center to finger me. I purposely would wear skirts on those days I was to relieve him. I wanted him to drink in my legs and my thighs. On our smoke breaks he said once he could see through my skirt; hadn't planned that but excited me he was turned on. All these memories provoke so many feelings inside my head and my body. Before we reignited and I just sent emails about his doppelganger, I didn't think it would go anywhere other than a few sexy emails. However, that exchange was enough for me to want to be alone. I needed a hot shower that day. I wanted a few minutes exploring; a fantasy of him and my body's reaction. I turn the shower knob to hot and open the window wide. I don't care if my neighbors can see my wet erect tits. A billow of fog appeared as the cold air from the open window is spilling inside. I sit on the tub floor facing the faucet; the hot water falling on my skin. I wait a few minutes until my flesh turns bright red and becomes sensitive. The skin on my upper thighs, forearms and top of breasts have become bright red like a sunburn. Making it a little hotter still, I turn the hot faucet more. The bathroom has turned into a steam room. Deciding my skin is burned enough I turn the handle towards cold. I get the temperature slightly colder than luke warm. The water is cold enough to sit under without shivering but cold enough to cause a small sting on my slightly burned skin. These extremes, hot and cold heighten the nerves on my skin. Delicious sensation my burnt flesh stinging from the cold water sent to care for the burn excites my mind. Leaning back, knees bent and legs splayed I can feel the water droplets falling gently on my exposed cunt. I exhale as the cool water caresses my burns. I prop up my left arm behind me holding me up at a sweet spot of an angle. I grab a handful of my right breast wishing it was his hand. Pulling and pinching my nipple. Fondling the red soft wet skin. Gently lifting my breast up, with thumb and forefinger I pinch my nipple. My large areolas pulls tightly as my nipple becomes more erect. Stiff, waiting for the warmth of his mouth. If only he was in front of me. I can see his smile now. Watching me. Wanting to see me warm myself, prepare myself for him. A slight game who can hold out the longest. He's waiting for me to beg for him. I am holding out until he takes me for himself. Who will make the first move? With this thought I lean back further. My eyes roll up, lids slowly close. Thoughts of his face inches away, so close to my exposed eager pussy. His eyes taking me all in. My fingers pull up off from my pinched nipple. Hand slides down caressing the underside of my breast; side to side feeling the space where my breast meets my chest. Warm. My hand glides to the side of my breast downward to the my abdominal oblique which is tightening up helping to hold my lean. Hand is now down to my hip, eager to be grabbed. With my thighs still bright red from the hot water, I glide my hand to the point of my knee and slowly make my way to my inner thigh. The skin here is softer and with friction of my pressed hand, I pull gently. Pulling my leg wide to the side leaning it against the side of the bathtub; a short exhale of frustration escapes me. Really wanting him in front of me, I'm aching. Wanting no introduction I slip two fingers inside me. My vaginal muscles tugging at my fingers, pulling them in. Warm. Wet. I moan softly. His eyes watching, his pupils dilate. He's studying his prey, calculating the opportune time to pounce. I lick my lower lip before drawing it in my mouth. My stomach relaxes with my exhale while slowly sliding my fingers out of my vaginal grip. My now lubricated fingers glide through my folds; my soft thin inner lips then to the outer thick fuller lips, draping my slippery honey. I slide up and press down on my pubic mound. Fingers slide down and I pull back the hood reaching for my engorged clit. Slowly making circles around, I press gently and teasingly into the sides. Thought of him sitting there smiling at me, and not at me really. He's smiling at my open, exposed, eager, aching pussy. Open and splayed wanting and aching for his face; his hot breath, his wet mouth and the pressure of his tongue. The tub I'm currently in fades away and becomes a lush hotel bed. I'm still propped up, leaning back and he's sitting in a chair across from me. He's leaning back expecting me to continue his show. With my legs bent and splayed open, nerve endings are excited with the little gentle circles I have been carrying out on my clit. Now warmed up, I've become sensitive to the slight room temperatures changes; the waxing and waning of his hot breath is felt. He's watching my cunt like he's going to pounce. His eyes full of lust and hunger. He's studying his prey. I'm feeling weak with pleasure and from him pulling my energy. The low lights in the room can't hide how excited I can see he is. And he wants me to notice; he grabs through his pants the top of his hard cock sliding his hand down and cupping his balls. Fuck. I want to worship his dick so bad and he knows this. He's using that to make me wetter. He wants me to squirm for him. It's working. I'm hurting. I take my fingers from my clit and insert them in my mouth. Wanting his cock instead, I get my fingers wet with my hot eager mouth. I moan. With fingers still in my mouth and my eyes locked onto his, I slide my ass to the edge of the bed, closer to him. Tempting him to come take it. Spreading my legs wide, I pull my fingers out of my mouth and slip one finger inside my pussy. Then a second finger pops in. As a third enters, I hear him suck his breath in. Slowly, I remove my fingers and have an urge to palm myself, I need my hand to be pressed against my vulva. I need everything to be touched, fondled and stroked. I lick my bottom lip while watching him watch me. My fingers pressed together flush against my vulva I begin moving my hand side to side. Adding a little more pressure I move my hand slowly up and down and my fingers hitch my vaginal opening, tugging. My thumb pad applies pressure to my clit. Eyes close and roll back. Suddenly, my only conscious thought is of my pussy throbbing for an orgasm. Needing a release. He smiles, he notices his prey is now at her weakest. With that he quietly gets up and places himself on the floor in front of her. I feel the slight movement of the bed as he places his hands either side of my wide open legs. My heart is racing. With eyes still closed, my skin is crawling with electricity, waiting for his touch. My entire body is covered in hot goosebumps. I feel his breath on my right inner thigh. His hand then grabs my outer thigh and he gently places a kiss on my inner thigh. Three quick inhalations and a slow long exhale leaves me. I begin to shake. I remove my hand. but he places it back. He wants me to continue with his face so close. The torture of this, when all I want is to feel his hot wet mouth on me. As silently ordered, I obey and continue to palm myself. My hand is moving more rapidly, side to side. I can feel my folds moving back and forth as I continue to rub myself. My breaths becoming more shallow as I'm getting closer. My thighs tighten and straighten upwardly; that's when he gently picks my hand up and places it on the bed. Almost in tears I exhale at this moment of relief. Both of his hands now are under my ass. My body shakes in anticipation for what is about to take place. I'm back in my body, back in the shower. My legs pressed hard up against the sides of the tub. I can imagine him in between my thighs. Kissing them gently. Kissing each one as a prayer before his meal. At this point I will usually close my eyes and use my imagination. This time however, I kept my eyes open. Imagining he was actually licking me. How I would look down at him working on me, with his mouth. He'd come up and kiss me so I can taste how excited I am. I want to feel his tongue in my mouth knowing it was going to go back down and finish me. While he's kissing me he slips his hand down inserting a finger. Then he adds his second finger. And a third finger inside of me while he's giving me wet sloppy passionate kisses. He's eager to get back to work. He pulls his fingers out slowly while his tongue and lips leave my mouth. My breath quickens because I know he's going to return to finish me. He's going to make me cum hard. With the cool water falling on me I can feel I'm getting close. I look down in between my propped up thighs and the image of my hand is replaced with his sexy bald head going to town on me. I want to cry and cry out with euphoric pleasure, I need him so badly. Want his mouth on me. I want him sucking on my clit. I want his mouth kissing and licking me everywhere. My hands still flush rubbing faster and faster moving up closer to my clit. Pressure from my thumb I make circles as I imagine his fingers inside me while he's sucking on my clit. And with that my thighs tighten, I suck in my breath and bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming out as my orgasm starts. The wave begins, my stomach tightens, back arches and eyes remain open as if he's down there. I lighten my pressure to keep the wave going. Thoughts of him looking up at me watching me so intimately, I quietly cry out with my last wave crashing through my body. My stomach relaxes as I lean further back, my heart is pounding in my chest. I can't help but smile. Intense every time I cum thinking of him but that was something else. Intense. This pull he has over me even in fantasy it's intense.
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