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Late night desires

The journey to intimacy

By Gail S.Published 3 years ago 5 min read
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Late night desires
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It was 2 am, the night was hot. So humid that it was hard to breathe. She sat on the bed anticipating his arrival, knowing that they would finally share alone time together, only heightened her anxiety. She waits for him on an almost nightly basis but their schedules just plain clash. She wonders if he wants her the same way she wants him. He doesn't say much, which causes her to wonder a lot. It had been so long since they were any kind of intimate. What if one day, he just changes his mind and doesn't find her attractive anymore? What if he loses interest? Then he arrives.

Pleasantries were exchanged, the typical "Hi how are you?", small talk ensued. She felt a tension, almost like two teenagers about to kiss for the first time but they were both too old for that type of feeling. Or maybe they weren't. He reached for her hand and she took it willingly. They stroked each other's fingers while they chatted. He always seems slightly nervous around her. She feels his nervousness. Her heart beats a little faster as he searches for words to say. She decides at that moment that it is now or never. She will never truly know if he wants her the same way she wants him if she doesn't approach him first. He won't make the first move because he doesn't want her to ever think that it is all about the sex. She stands up and moves in front of him. He automatically wraps his arms around her waist... so it begins.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him so close. The kind of holding that you can feel souls touching. He smells extraordinary. He sighs softly and she returns the sound. They stay embraced, his head resting on her breast. She then takes a leap of faith and straddles his lap. He pulls her closer. She slowly begins to move her hips on him. Like a sensual dance between two bodies. They kiss deeply. His sighs tell her what she needs to know. By now he knows exactly what she wants but refuses to say aloud. She thinks the words "I want you so badly" to herself over and over somehow hoping he can read her mind (or at least her body language).

She feels beneath her, his manhood paying close attention to her movements. It reacts accordingly. Not a word was said between them and they both knew what the other was feeling. He slowly reaches one hand up to caress her breast, then through her shirt slowly kisses it. Her breathing becomes heavier, surely he must notice it. The slow dance their bodies are doing with clothes still on was somehow so sexy, seductive and erotic. Her heart raced and she could feel his doing the same. She pulls back from him and slips her shirt off. Totally exposed, she felt suddenly vulnerable. At the moment that he caressed and kissed her breasts, she realized the scar running down her side didn't matter. He loved her even with the scars and imperfections of her body.

His hands ran over her as if they were exploring the great unknown. She was so comfortable with his touch but her body was screaming for more. She took his hands and gently guided them down to her ass. She felt his manhood harden under her. He pulled her in close as she tried to contain her loud sighs. He then gently laid her back and peeled off her shorts. As she watched him take off his shirt, she realized it didn't even matter to him that she had a less than perfect, slightly overweight body. He then removed his shorts and now they were both equally naked and vulnerable to each other. Two perfectly imperfect people sharing a moment frozen in time. Forever etched in their minds.

He slowly ran his hands up her legs, skipping over her waiting womanhood. He ran up her sides and across her belly. The one place on her body that she truly hated. Only one other person in her lifetime had ever touched her belly. Now, this man before her, was touching it, and for the first time she was okay with it. She trembled under his touch and shivers ran through her body as he touched her. He kissed her deeply, every inch of her, all of her. Each kiss to her womanhood brought her closer and closer to orgasm but she held back. She wanted only one tonight and she wanted it to be spectacular. She wanted it to be together with his.

He slowly crawled up and slid inside her, she arched her back and moaned softly. His strokes were slow and methodical, like a slow love song. Keeping perfect rhythm with her movements. They moved as one. He looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply. Their tongues met and it was a dance of love. She grabbed him and pulled him ever so close. Her nails dug into his back and he moaned loudly. The pace quickened and both knew the end was getting near. "faster and harder" she whispered as he softly bit her neck. The explosion that followed lit up the night sky and brightened everything around them. It was as if the world had stopped and they were the only ones moving. Suddenly nothing else mattered but that very moment. They collapsed in a blanket of sweat and were happy to do so. They looked into each other's eyes and laughed.

Their encounters are few and far between and timing is always key. They say you just know when the time is right and if you don't take a chance and act, you could lose that chance. It was worth the wait and forever will be.

Much Love, G.

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About the Creator

Gail S.

I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.

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