Worth Waiting For...

Romance
2007-08-09



She sits, staring blindly in front of her, unaware of the tears falling…when suddenly he is there in front of her, filling her vision.   She looks up, startled, to see him there with a look of compassion and understanding on his face.   Despite the sadness that seems to permeate her soul she feels a shiver of awareness that happens every time she is near him. “Hey you,” he says, “what’s up?”“Not much,” she answers, knowing he won’t believe her, not wanting him too. “How about a ride on the river?”She is surprised he has asked, and more shocked at herself when she accepts.   Together they go the marina, her being quiet and pensive, looking out the window at the scenery passing by, and him sneaking glances at her, as if he too, can’t believe they are finally going off alone together.   Once out on the water, she can feel the peace of it fill her soul.   She sits in the bow of the boat, looking at the trees, the clouds, the water, anywhere but at him.   She is scared if she does he will know…know the secret thoughts she has had about him.   He is trying to be a friend, and she doesn’t want to demand more.   So she keeps her face averted, not letting him see her eyes, for in them he would surely see the longing she has to touch him…and that is something he must never know.   They reach a quiet and secluded spot on the water and he throws anchor.   Coming to sit across from her, he captures her gaze and refuses to look away.   Compelled, she gazes back at him, letting down her defenses and putting in her eyes all she can’t say.   “Tell me about it,” he says. And for a moment, she thinks he means her thoughts and desires about him.

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    She wants to tell him, and her mouth starts to form the words to let him know how she thinks about him, how there are times when she looks at him and she longs to put her hands on his face, and draw it close to hers, and like a gentle whisper of air, brush her lips against his…just to see if it is magic…just to taste what heaven would be like…  She almost, almost murmurs that she sometimes looks at his hands, and imagines what they would feel like caressing her, stroking her body in wonderful ways, and that she tingles with the sensation, so real it seems…  But she remembers, just in time, that she can’t tell him this, that she has to keep it hidden.   So instead she looks away, and lets him think the tears that fill her eyes are from another pain, a different pain, an acceptable pain.   He gently turns her face to his, making her look at him, and seeing her struggle to deny her anguish, he draws her into his embrace, seeking to comfort her, to help make it better.   She burrows deeper, inhaling his scent, his essence, and realizes, right or wrong, this was inevitable…fearing he will never know this same certainty.   She lays her head against his chest, and absorbs his warmth, knowing that this may be all she will ever have of him to cling to.    And so they sit, close together as the boat rocks on the water and darkness falls, silence like a blanket around them.   She becomes aware of the chill of the night air, and trembles slightly. “You’re cold,” he says, and reaches for a jacket to draw around her shoulders, accidentally brushing her breast.   She feels a jolt of awareness and sucks in her breath, hoping he has not noticed her response…but when her gaze meets his, she sees in his eyes an echo of her own reaction.   Without taking his eyes off hers, he slowly leans toward her, and ever so softly, his lips touch hers.   It is barely a breath before he backs away…gauging her reaction, absorbing his own.   And then they come together, quickly, hungrily, two people who realize at the very same instant that passion like this cannot be denied.   She twines her arms around his neck, pulling him closer; feeling his lips, his tongue, his teeth.   She wants more, needs more, gives more.   As he deepens the kiss, she runs her hands down his back, then up under his shirt, feeling the muscles play beneath her fingertips.

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    She strains to be closer, wanting to touch him and be touched by him.   His lips leave hers and trail down her throat, causing her back to arch, giving him access to her breasts.   Her nipples are hard, begging for his touch.   He kisses them through her clothes, but that isn’t good enough, she wants more…  She pulls her shirt over her head and reaches behind her, undoing her bra while he watches through half closed eyes.   She holds her breasts in her hands, watching him watch her, and wanting him in ways she never thought possible.   He reaches out, tracing a finger around her aureole, causing shivers to race through her…then he leans toward her and takes her nipple in his mouth, causing her to cry out with want.   He caresses her with his tongue, gently biting and nipping, causing her to grow moist with desire.   She wants him in her…filling her…. She becomes more brazen and boldly strokes his body.   She feels his erection between them, and slowly unzips his pants, taking him in her hands.   She can feel him pulsing with desire.   She looks at his face, sees that his eyes are closed, and knows that she has control over this moment…this heartbeat in time.   She strips him of his clothes and pushes him back against the cushions so he is almost reclining, and drapes her hair over his body, letting it fall gently over his chest and stomach, dragging it over him until she finally reaches the center of his need…brushing it softly over his penis, wrapping the silky strands around it, and using her hand to move the satin web up and down the shaft…  She can feel the tension mount within him, and feeling bolder, she slowly runs her tongue around the tip of his pulsating flesh, flicking it back and forth over the head, and then taking him deep into her mouth, she sucks on him with utter abandon while her hands stroke and caress him.   She hears his intake of breath and knows that he is as caught up as she is…Suddenly he reaches for her, taking her by the shoulders and pressing her back against the seat…he leans over, and whispers in her ear, “Like I said, the first time will be all about me. ”, and watches her as she spreads her legs, inviting him to come between them.

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    He slowly sinks into her, inch by inch, studying her face as she tries so hard not to cry out, to demand more…  Her hips thrust toward him as if of their own will, and her hands find their way to his buttocks, pulling him deeper in.   He buries himself, and feels her legs wrap around him, her body moving, enticing him, and bringing him closer to orgasm.   Her moist heat is almost more than he can take, and she is so tight…he can feel her body clenching around him as her own release builds…it is coming so fast…almost too fast…but they had both been waiting for so long, without knowing what they were waiting for…and they can feel it building as their bodies are pounding together, thrusting, heaving…and finally it breaks over them both, waves of dizzying heat and satisfaction.   He pulses into her, feeling her spasm around him, and they lose their breath to the sensations…. Slowly they become aware of where they are, and what they have done…and when she looks at him, she can read the concern, the worry in his eyes, about what her reaction to this encounter will be.   She leans closer, her trailing hair causing new tremors of excitement, and smiles saucily, whispers in his ear, “As long as next time is all about me…”
 
 
She sits, staring blindly in front of her, unaware of the tears falling…when suddenly he is there in front of her, filling her vision.   She looks up, startled, to see him there with a look of compassion and understanding on his face.   Despite the sadness that seems to permeate her soul she feels a shiver of awareness that happens every time she is near him. “Hey you,” he says, “what’s up?”“Not much,” she answers, knowing he won’t believe her, not wanting him too. “How about a ride on the river?”She is surprised he has asked, and more shocked at herself when she accepts.   Together they go the marina, her being quiet and pensive, looking out the window at the scenery passing by, and him sneaking glances at her, as if he too, can’t believe they are finally going off alone together.   Once out on the water, she can feel the peace of it fill her soul.   She sits in the bow of the boat, looking at the trees, the clouds, the water, anywhere but at him.   She is scared if she does he will know…know the secret thoughts she has had about him.   He is trying to be a friend, and she doesn’t want to demand more.

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    So she keeps her face averted, not letting him see her eyes, for in them he would surely see the longing she has to touch him…and that is something he must never know.   They reach a quiet and secluded spot on the water and he throws anchor.   Coming to sit across from her, he captures her gaze and refuses to look away.   Compelled, she gazes back at him, letting down her defenses and putting in her eyes all she can’t say.   “Tell me about it,” he says. And for a moment, she thinks he means her thoughts and desires about him.   She wants to tell him, and her mouth starts to form the words to let him know how she thinks about him, how there are times when she looks at him and she longs to put her hands on his face, and draw it close to hers, and like a gentle whisper of air, brush her lips against his…just to see if it is magic…just to taste what heaven would be like…  She almost, almost murmurs that she sometimes looks at his hands, and imagines what they would feel like caressing her, stroking her body in wonderful ways, and that she tingles with the sensation, so real it seems…  But she remembers, just in time, that she can’t tell him this, that she has to keep it hidden.   So instead she looks away, and lets him think the tears that fill her eyes are from another pain, a different pain, an acceptable pain.   He gently turns her face to his, making her look at him, and seeing her struggle to deny her anguish, he draws her into his embrace, seeking to comfort her, to help make it better.   She burrows deeper, inhaling his scent, his essence, and realizes, right or wrong, this was inevitable…fearing he will never know this same certainty.   She lays her head against his chest, and absorbs his warmth, knowing that this may be all she will ever have of him to cling to.    And so they sit, close together as the boat rocks on the water and darkness falls, silence like a blanket around them.   She becomes aware of the chill of the night air, and trembles slightly. “You’re cold,” he says, and reaches for a jacket to draw around her shoulders, accidentally brushing her breast.   She feels a jolt of awareness and sucks in her breath, hoping he has not noticed her response…but when her gaze meets his, she sees in his eyes an echo of her own reaction.

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    Without taking his eyes off hers, he slowly leans toward her, and ever so softly, his lips touch hers.   It is barely a breath before he backs away…gauging her reaction, absorbing his own.   And then they come together, quickly, hungrily, two people who realize at the very same instant that passion like this cannot be denied.   She twines her arms around his neck, pulling him closer; feeling his lips, his tongue, his teeth.   She wants more, needs more, gives more.   As he deepens the kiss, she runs her hands down his back, then up under his shirt, feeling the muscles play beneath her fingertips.   She strains to be closer, wanting to touch him and be touched by him.   His lips leave hers and trail down her throat, causing her back to arch, giving him access to her breasts.   Her nipples are hard, begging for his touch.   He kisses them through her clothes, but that isn’t good enough, she wants more…  She pulls her shirt over her head and reaches behind her, undoing her bra while he watches through half closed eyes.   She holds her breasts in her hands, watching him watch her, and wanting him in ways she never thought possible.   He reaches out, tracing a finger around her aureole, causing shivers to race through her…then he leans toward her and takes her nipple in his mouth, causing her to cry out with want.   He caresses her with his tongue, gently biting and nipping, causing her to grow moist with desire.   She wants him in her…filling her…. She becomes more brazen and boldly strokes his body.

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    She feels his erection between them, and slowly unzips his pants, taking him in her hands.   She can feel him pulsing with desire.   She looks at his face, sees that his eyes are closed, and knows that she has control over this moment…this heartbeat in time.   She strips him of his clothes and pushes him back against the cushions so he is almost reclining, and drapes her hair over his body, letting it fall gently over his chest and stomach, dragging it over him until she finally reaches the center of his need…brushing it softly over his penis, wrapping the silky strands around it, and using her hand to move the satin web up and down the shaft…  She can feel the tension mount within him, and feeling bolder, she slowly runs her tongue around the tip of his pulsating flesh, flicking it back and forth over the head, and then taking him deep into her mouth, she sucks on him with utter abandon while her hands stroke and caress him.   She hears his intake of breath and knows that he is as caught up as she is…Suddenly he reaches for her, taking her by the shoulders and pressing her back against the seat…he leans over, and whispers in her ear, “Like I said, the first time will be all about me. ”, and watches her as she spreads her legs, inviting him to come between them.   He slowly sinks into her, inch by inch, studying her face as she tries so hard not to cry out, to demand more…  Her hips thrust toward him as if of their own will, and her hands find their way to his buttocks, pulling him deeper in.   He buries himself, and feels her legs wrap around him, her body moving, enticing him, and bringing him closer to orgasm.   Her moist heat is almost more than he can take, and she is so tight…he can feel her body clenching around him as her own release builds…it is coming so fast…almost too fast…but they had both been waiting for so long, without knowing what they were waiting for…and they can feel it building as their bodies are pounding together, thrusting, heaving…and finally it breaks over them both, waves of dizzying heat and satisfaction.   He pulses into her, feeling her spasm around him, and they lose their breath to the sensations…. Slowly they become aware of where they are, and what they have done…and when she looks at him, she can read the concern, the worry in his eyes, about what her reaction to this encounter will be.   She leans closer, her trailing hair causing new tremors of excitement, and smiles saucily, whispers in his ear, “As long as next time is all about me…” 
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