Wait Here With Me (M/F, con, rom) – By: Nikki B.

Softly, the rain drops fall upon the rooftop. Inside, the plaintive wailing of a violin can be heard over the angelic voice of Sarah Brightman. Nestled under candy-colored coverlet that adorns our bed, I lay in anticipation of your arrival. As I hear the sudden rush of water from the shower, I contemplate joining you. But, I know patience is a virtue and will be well rewarded. It has been seven years since we first started playing this game and I know my part well. Like the lyrics to my favorite song, we are here tonight, with the storm outside and the fire bright. Tonight, I am wearing the white lace slip dress that caresses my thighs and barely hides my nipples, which tighten in anticipation of your caress. Will you pinch my nipples, first, with your fingers or will you flick each one with your tongue? Will you gently suckle upon my breasts or will you bite them? The sound of the water abruptly ends and I know you will answer my questions, soon enough. The cadence of your approaching footsteps matches the rhythm of my heartbeat. I venture a glance at you, as you peel back the covers and I am reminded of our first vacation, together. We were younger, then, and more adventurous. Sex was something that comprised the very essence of our being. On that particular day, our first day at the beach, the rain poured through the windows of our summer rental. The sound of thunder crashing around us filled the salty air, however, all we could worry about was one another. You had kept one hand on my thigh throughout half of the car ride to the shore, while the other hand attempted to steer the car. I sat with my head resting on your shoulder, as I idly plucked at an unwoven thread on your pant pocket. You knew what my true intentions were, which explained the enigmatic smile on your face. One by one I could feel the tips of your fingers begin to stroke the flesh on my thighs, just beneath my skirt. You always liked to guess what type of panties I was or was not wearing and this time is no exception. My eyes slowly closed and I shuddered, as I awaited your inquiry. Two fingers continued their journey upward to the secret I kept hidden from you, all day. Yes, for this occasion I wore the pink panties that were nothing more than an embroidered butterfly and two ribbons of fabric that hugged the side of my pussy. You inserted one of your fingers to see how wet I was. My body tried, in vain, to trap your finger; you groaned as you felt pulsations and hot, sticky moisture inside. You were assaulted with memories from our last encounter, just a few hours before, when your tongue caressed my clit, until it was rewarded with the throbbing, salty nectar inside. You licked your lips as you remembered; you turned the car down a winding, country road. You slowed the car when came to a wooded area, that was surrounded by corn fields. You looked at me, grabbed our beach blanket from the back-seat of the car, and ran towards the grove of trees. The trees created a magical canopy, shading us. As you removed your clothes, I was awed by the patterns the filtered made upon your chest. You knew I was ready for you, so you started slowly. You reached next to us and remove a daffodil from a cluster of grass. You started by caressing my forehead with the head of the flower, but you knew that was not enough. You lightly rubbed the flower down my neck and over my breasts. You teased my nipples until I strained against the flower, wanting more. Further down the flower drifted, kissing my belly button, and traveled further still. At this point, I was quivering in ecstasy, hoping you would do so much more. Next, your mouth started to follow the path which the flower took. Your lips rested in the vee of my neck, as you suckled upon the spot that you loved the most. As you softly bit upon my neck, you smiled knowing that you were driving me crazy. While your mouth remained on my neck, your hand drifted down to pinch my nipples. To an outsider, it would have looked like you were being cruel, but I knew you were doing just what I liked. My plaintive cries began to drown out the sound of the crickets and hummingbirds, that surrounded us. You carefully watched as my stomach shuddered and my body moved up and down. I remarked on the fact that the butterfly that was nestled between my legs glistened brighter as the fabric became wetter. My comment about the butterfly reminded you of the real reason we were here. Suddenly, you were glad I had not worn my usual underwear. You brought your cock to the center of the fire that was consuming me and slowly entered. As always, I was surprised about the way you filled me up. As you moved, up and down, side to side, we gazed at one another, intently. You always liked watching my expressions. I bit my lip as I felt your cock grinding against my clit, making it so hot, too hot. You withdraw, then slowly sink back in, as you struggled with the impending storm. Just when you thought you had gained control of your self, you pushed deeper inside me than you ever had. You heard my breath quicken, saw my face flush, and felt the walls inside me tightly squeezing you. The tip of your cock felt the hot pulses and you knew you were lost. Just before I called out your name, I felt your weight fall against me, as your love mingled with mine.

Now, as the rain beats upon the roof of our house, I remember those times. I also wonder how you will react to what I have in store for you, tonight. Perhaps, tonight I will be your willing servant, aiming to please you any way I can. As you climb onto the bed, my thoughts of seduction come to an end; you are in control, now.