Patience

You’re in a hurry - I know it from the moment we step inside.

I can see the impatience in your blue eyes, feel the tension in your arm.  It’s my own fault - I’ve been teasing you all day.

As soon as the door closes behind us, you’re on me, pinning me back against the wall and trapping me there with a kiss so intense I almost forget I have plans for you.

Here’s the thing: I don’t want to hurry.  And I’m determined to get my way.

So when you come up for air, I’m ready for you, giving you a little shove that forces you back a step.  Your growl of frustration makes me smile, but won’t convince me.

I want you hot for me.  I want you so revved up that you’re deaf to everything but my body.  I want you right on the edge of control - barely hanging on.

You move back toward me, but I’m sliding away, headed for the easy chair in the corner.  I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know you’re right behind me - I can feel the heat pulsing off you.  You take hold of my arm and spin me back against your chest, your lips descending to mine again.

Wow… you really are a great kisser.  Before I know it, I have my arms around your neck and we’re in deep, bodies straining to get closer.  You lift you head and press your hips into me, making sure I can feel just how hard you are.

It’s so tempting to give in… but, no.  Not yet.

One more little shove, and you’re in the chair, looking a little surprised.  I pop a couple buttons and grin at you.  When I climb onto your lap, straddling your hips, you smile back.  When I grind my hips against you in a slow, sinuous circle, the smile fades.

My hands are running over your body, reaching back to slide along your legs, skimming up your sides, over your chest and shoulders, up the sides of your throat to your jaw. Your eyes are flashing bright blue, burning into mine.  I have to raise up on my knees a bit to kiss you and I slide against you, rubbing my full breasts against your chest as I lift into the kiss.

Your hands go to my ass, squeezing and lifting, pulling me hard into you and holding me there. Your mouth is on mine, stealing my breath and scrambling my thoughts. 

My fingers open a couple more buttons, revealing a lacy black bra, and you kiss your way down my throat, biting softly, drawing a moan from me as I let my head fall back to give you access.

That growl I love is purring in your throat, the storm of desire is upon us. We go under willingly, lost in each other and the moment. When you stand with me in your arms and head for the bed, I realize I no longer care about taking my time.

I tighten my arms and legs around you and whisper in your ear the words you’ve been waiting for…