So maybe the saying "good things come to those who wait" has some validity. After over 2 months and the loss of almost all hope that I would ever get any downtown action from my Albanian lover, I finally got what I wanted! And good things do come to those who wait......
In place of margaritas, we had wine: 2 bottles during football and dinner, and another we took up to bed. It wasn't long before my always horney boyfriend starting making moves. Taking the bottle of wine, he poured a crimson line down my stomach, licking it off before it dripped down my side. Wine is not something I often bring into the bedroom, in fact its usually what gets me into the bedroom in the first place. It's no chocolate sauce or whipped cream but I must admit there is something about adding to your level of drunk while getting pleased that I love, as long as the wine doesn't go wasted of course!
He kissed and licked within inches of what I've been after, then stopped. I shared the wine pouring love on him(Note: wine stays nicely on the ridges of man's abs) but I didn't stop because unlike him I understand the importance of a little oral sex. Twice more he kissed me within inches before I lost all patience. He reached for a condom until I stopped him. I am too old to play this game: Go Down or Go Home! I said as kindly as a sexually frustrated woman can: "No sex, I'm over it. If I'm not getting what I want, you aren't either"
A look of confusion and frustration crossed his scruffy face, it was clear the denial of sex is not something he has ever heard before. He pushed me back, gave me a soft tap on the cheek, "Shut up, you are so demanding sometimes" I don't know what was more shocking the tap, the command to shut my mouth, or the fact that he didn't stop within inches this time around....
For someone that has never been on the other end of oral pleasure, he knew exactly what to do and how to do it right. My hand covered my mouth until he found another way to muffle my sounds, I mean it was only fair to reciprocate. We had as much as we could both take: Grasping for condoms and as much of each other as possible, we moved to the floor. The scratch marks, handprints and signs of a rough bout of intense sex were visible as we showered an hour later. Pleased we headed back to bed for more, this time sweet and gentle until 6 am.
In place of margaritas, we had wine: 2 bottles during football and dinner, and another we took up to bed. It wasn't long before my always horney boyfriend starting making moves. Taking the bottle of wine, he poured a crimson line down my stomach, licking it off before it dripped down my side. Wine is not something I often bring into the bedroom, in fact its usually what gets me into the bedroom in the first place. It's no chocolate sauce or whipped cream but I must admit there is something about adding to your level of drunk while getting pleased that I love, as long as the wine doesn't go wasted of course!
He kissed and licked within inches of what I've been after, then stopped. I shared the wine pouring love on him(Note: wine stays nicely on the ridges of man's abs) but I didn't stop because unlike him I understand the importance of a little oral sex. Twice more he kissed me within inches before I lost all patience. He reached for a condom until I stopped him. I am too old to play this game: Go Down or Go Home! I said as kindly as a sexually frustrated woman can: "No sex, I'm over it. If I'm not getting what I want, you aren't either"
A look of confusion and frustration crossed his scruffy face, it was clear the denial of sex is not something he has ever heard before. He pushed me back, gave me a soft tap on the cheek, "Shut up, you are so demanding sometimes" I don't know what was more shocking the tap, the command to shut my mouth, or the fact that he didn't stop within inches this time around....
For someone that has never been on the other end of oral pleasure, he knew exactly what to do and how to do it right. My hand covered my mouth until he found another way to muffle my sounds, I mean it was only fair to reciprocate. We had as much as we could both take: Grasping for condoms and as much of each other as possible, we moved to the floor. The scratch marks, handprints and signs of a rough bout of intense sex were visible as we showered an hour later. Pleased we headed back to bed for more, this time sweet and gentle until 6 am.
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