Catalina Loves

It’s dark. for once, i am alone, waiting. i am anxious, yet very calm, alone and waiting for You, in the darkness of this room.  Some part of me thinks You aren’t coming, yet another believes the door will open at any moment. the latter is what makes me anxious. i have wanted this too long and not long enough.

The lock on the door sends a shudder through my body. i close my eyes on the light that floods the room as the door opens. i can almost feel the door shut behind You, and then it is dark again.  i can hear You breathing. Your bags drop, and You walk towards me but still i do not open my eyes. i feel You…too far away, yet far too close. Your breath on my face, Your hand on my cheek lifting my face to You, Your thumb on my lips, Your other hand brushing my hair off my shoulder, resting briefly, then trailing down my arm, Your fingers lacing with mine. All so much a dream, yet so very real.

Our lips meet, strangers with so many memories. remembering and learning.
Am i dreaming again?
i open my eyes. You’re real.

You have aged, and it suits You well. Intelligence and experience show in Your eyes. You haven’t forgotten the kids we were (we thought we were so grown up), i can see that behind Your eyes, while something much darker dances on the surface. with my free hand i touch Your cheek, tracing all the familiar and the changes. learning and remembering. Your hair still curls around my fingers. Your throat still so strong and tempting to kiss. Loathe to look anywhere but into your eyes, i can’t help but watch my fingers trace Your features. i can not see how You react to my touch or sense a change in Your breathing, but Your pulse quickens against the hand You hold, fingers gradually tightening around mine.

Your arms are strong under Your shirt. Your free hand is fisted at Your side. i open your fist, running my fingertips along the length of each masculine finger, wishing i could know their history. palm to palm i raise Your hand to my face, kissing each finger before replacing my palm with my lips.

Your hands guide my lips back to Yours, and pull my body close. we are both captives in this web now, caught up needing what we both have missed, wanting to know what the years have kept from us. i begin to trace the lines of your collarbone through Your shirt, and pause only briefly at the buttons of Your shirt. i look into your eyes for affirmation. Your eyes have gone darker than i have ever seen them before. another change in You, one i like very much. i smile in response while i open button after button, until my fingertips tickle the hair at Your waist. i feel the shiver pass through You. i slide my little fingers under the button plackets of Your shirt just enough to give passage to my hands, laying my palms open on Your stomach, and slowly learning the shape of Your chest with my hands. my thumbs draw circles around Your nipples. my pointers trace the line of Your breastbone and collar in tandem, encouraging Your shirt to fall away from You while my palms complete the circle down Your sides and my little fingers dip below the waistband of Your jeans. again the shiver……perhaps that one was me….

You suck in Your breath as i reach for the button at Your waist and slowly unzip Your jeans. with another glance at Your amazing eyes, my lips and tongue get their turn to learn You. Your neck, Your collarbones, Your nipples, Your belly, and lower. Your hands have wound themselves tightly in my hair, controlling the speed of my descent, and adding heat to shivers that are most definitely mine. carefully the button of Your jeans disengages, followed by the zipper….slowly…..exposing more skin to the exploration of my lips and tongue.

One hand releases my hair and pushes Your jeans out of the way. In a hurry? me too.

my fingers wrap around Your already eager cock, learning Your shape, texture, and reaction while i kiss around the base and up the underside, reaching the head with my lips open and ready to taste You. I take You deep into my throat, tasting all of You in one long stroke. Your hands fist tightly in my hair as i hear the intake of your breath, then begin their silent insistence that i suck and stroke You.

my hands find their way up the back of Your thighs to Your ass, massaging as your muscles clench and release while You ride my mouth. it is not long before You swell to the point where You must take the release You need. i am almost surprised as You begin to cum deep in my throat. i gag and open my mouth in reaction, but do not wish to let go of You. i lick and clean Your cock, savoring the shivers You experience. with my finger i wipe the extra cum from my lips and chin, licking it clean as i look up to see you smiling at me.

“Hi, I’ve missed you….”