Dil you do that?

It’s Saturday afternoon and I am still in bed. I keep having erotic dreams so I just go back to sleep and continue where I left them before waking up. I continue with this until I cannot sleep anymore and wake up with an intense yearning in my body.

I start massaging my clitoris slowly, eyes closed and nothing in mind but the circular movement which brings a temporary soothing to the painful need of feeling him inside of me. The covers feel soft on by body since I got used to sleeping naked.

When I see that this is not enough, I call him on the phone. He answers and he tells me he is walking towards the office. It’s Saturday for chrissakes, he’s been working so hard the past few weeks to complete his project. He left without waking me up, left me breakfast near my bed and a sweet note. All I wanted was to feel his kiss on my lips.

After his answer, I hang up. I don’t give him the time to overthink it because I call again with video and he picks up. He can see my legs, my curvy stomach, my long hair resting, ondulating from my breast to my ribs and my hips. And my hand massaging my pussy!

– Baby, I am walking on the street!

I don’t say anything, I am sure the chances of him meeting somebody he knows are slim, we just moved here for the project. He sees that I continue with this, and just looks, with hot desire in his eyes. It feels exciting to know that there might be people on the street seeing over his shoulder, but my head is not visible and it is exciting to see him looking at me like that.

I put my hand inside my panties and I slide one of my fingers inside, it feels good, I keep on exploring, touching the soft walls of my vagina. I am already completely wet, and I put the phone closer so that he can hear the sound of me giving myself pleasure.

– Baby, why are you doing this to me? I am walking on the street with a big erection!

I see him entering the building of his office and I close the call. I soon after text him: „I am waiting for you to come inside of me!”

I put the phone down and just start to caress myself slowly, on my legs, my stomach, my breasts and it feels good! There is nothing pressing me and I have the entire day to myself, I know he won’t be home until late at night. And when he comes, he is usually so tired that I feel bad asking him for more, he just crashes in the bed, as I help him to undress so he can sleep comfortably.

I finally get up, grab some panties, put on the Tshirt he wore in the morning, not before smelling it for a bit and feeling excited all over again with the thought of him. I go slowly to the kitchen and put some water to boil so that I can have my hot lemon water to start my day.

I start cutting my fruits for a late breakfast, smelling them and enjoying their vibrant colours. I go to the table and start eating slowly, while I listen to a podcast on writing. I have big plans for today, I will continue writing on my book. I take my time eating the fruits, much more than I actually needed, because my brain knew it had to start wrtiting afterwards. I go to the sink and start cleaning my bowl.

Out of the sudden, the door opens and then shuts back quickly with a thud, my hands freeze tightly holding on the sponge and the bowl. My first thought was that I am going to hit him with the bowl, whoever that was. There is nobody else with a key to our appartment and my gut is all in a knot.

As I see his figure appearing, I was ready to give a loud cry but realising it was him, I almost relaxed. Almost, because he came straight to me like a storm, took my head into his hands and started kissing me furiously.

I let everything fall into the sink with the intention to embrace him, but I had no time since he abruptly stopped, ripped the Tshirt off me and turned my whole body to face the counter of our bar. His hands went between mine and were already gripping my breasts, with a hunger which stirred everything inside me.

He started kissing the back of my neck, then to the side, going up until my ear and resting there for a bit. My entire back followed suit as he was going down along my spine. His hands carressed my stomach as they reached my hips and then pulled my panties ever so slowly, while kissing every single piece of my skin on the way down.

As my panties went to the floor, he lifted my legs, one by one, to release them. As he got up, he caressed my calves, kissed the back of my knees, grabbed my thighs and slapped my bottocks several times, until they got red with pain and pleasure. I was anticipating his next move but I was taken by surprise when he turned me fast and lifted me in his arms.

I was thinking he was going to the bedroom but he crossed the living room until reaching the sofa. He put me down softly, but did not give me eough time to react, he went down on his knees, opened my legs and pulled me from behind of my knees until I reached the margin of the sofa, my butt half sitting on it, half being in mid air.

He saw my scarf on the chair next to him, and in a flash of inspiration, took it and put it over my eyes. Not a moment after, he opened my labia in search of my clitoris. And when he found it, he went for it, mercilessly with his lips and tongue.

From time to time he would slide into my vagina with his tongue just to tease me, then a finger followed and his second one, and I did not wait any longer and asked for the third, I needed him so much! I just let go of every thought and focused my attention on his every move, every sensation and tingle in my body.

I was almost on the verge of having an orgasm, I was breathing more heavily and I was pushing his head and grabing his hair and right when I was on top of the mountain, ready to fly away, he stopped. I was waiting for him to come back to it, but then he took off my scarf, looked me deep in the eyes and said:

– Don’t ever tease me like that again!

He then left back again to the office, leaving me to endure hour by hour and minute by minute the pain of wanting him and waiting for his return, but the wait was worth it. Nonetheless, it was in this wait that I ordered my very first vibrator.