Waiting for you

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Amara’s p.o.v.

The moment our lips locked, our bodies were searching to find the most intimate position. Hands rooming, caressing ones others body. Our kiss never disconnects in the process.

We are both moan and groaning loudly between kisses. Soft bites, sucking and licking on each others lips. The sensual pleasuring of our tongues is too much.

By now, the food and tray are pushed to the other side of the bed. Consuming solid food is not want of my body now.

Timothy is down on his back, I am on top of him, my legs straddling over his. My underwear is my only fabric, which is the barrier against his trousers.

He has taken over the lead almost the second after I insinuated the kiss, and my body moves in obedience to the unspoken commands.

They are loud and clear, though. Like now, his hands are in my waist, pulling me closer on to his already standing manhood.

I gasped out a deep moan.

This never happened outside of my dreams, not until this week.

Never a man had me melting this fast.

Maybe it’s all the fantasies that turned into prayers. I am finally getting my answer to them.

Feeling his stiff member so close against my almost bare s*x sets the flame in me to stake higher.

My hips have their own way to answer to his notice. They start to rock on his, making my flower juices spill a bit.

He breaks our kiss, takes a deep breath, and curses.

“A man only has so much control.”, he warns me lustful.

His warning sounds like a challenge to my body, which has it’s own will involving him.

Grinding my hips up and down again, his fingers dig deeper into my waist. When I go for a third grind, he stops my hips.

“Amara.”, he tries to warn again, but my name comes out as a deep groan.

Making my hips rock on his again.

“Maybe I want you to lose control.”, I whisper sensually to him.

One of his hands travels over the spine of my back, finding its way up to my neck. He pulls me back in a short, hot, passionate kiss.

“f**k… Amara.”, he moans, surprising me by pushing his lower waist up against my rocking hips.

“You don’t know how long I have been holding back, baby.”

“Same for me.”, I confess moaning lustful.

When he realized what I said, he stopped moving. In a blink of an eye, I am underneath him. My back fell softly on the bed. My dress is exposing a bit of my thighs.

Timothy makes his way in between my legs, hovers over me, and looks me straight in the eye.

“Ms. Amara Jones…”, he says, clacking his tongue at the end.

“Who would have thought that we have the same desire. If I had known, I wouldn’t have waited this long.”, he murmurs, peppering small kisses all over my face.

“I am sorry, love, but brunch is officially postponed.”, he whispers in my ear.

“Timothy…”, I gasp when he brushes his hard d**k against my p***y.

My arms lift up from their resting post, tangling my fingers into his long hair. Causing to lose his man bun a bit more than it already is, making my fingers run deeper touching his scalp.

His lips start to worship my cheekbone, down to the nape my neck, then more south to the valley of my breast.

His lips, hands and fingers teasingly tracing my bare skin, till they reach the fabric of my dress.

He waists no time and takes my breasts in to his palms. My mountains fit perfectly into them. He starts massaging both them softly with a firm grip. His lips leaving small kisses over the fabric. Here and there he is using his teeth.

My n*****s turning harder than I ever felt them erect.

Deep sensual gasps, moans and groans come out of my throat. He returns them s****l toned.

He keeps showering kisses. His right hand leaves my breast, before I can complain the lost of the touch, I can feel it traveling more south.

His fingers softly pulling up the textile of my dress on their way. Slowly exposing more of my left leg.

Thank God my private area is still hidden. My lace panties are soaking wet.

When his finger finally touch the bare skin of my thigh. My p***y is throbbing at the feeling of his caresses. The small touches on my inner thighs so close to my private, is so intense already.

One hand let go of his hair and takes a strong hold on the pillow next to me, when I feel his hands going under the hem the circle skirt of my dress.

His hand searching it’s way to the heated destination.

“O..Oh”, I moan when I feel Timothy’s fingers brushing over my panties, my flower lips betraying me under the touch, spilling more spurt of juices.

“Damnit, Love. You are ready for me.”, he says with so much s*x appeal.

He hooks his fingers around the lace underwear. His knuckle touching the wet flesh of my lips. He groans at the touch.

Suddenly I feel a hard thug, hearing the lace tearing. Again I feel a hard pull, making the fabric burn my skin a bit.

“Timothy?!”, I exclaim shockingly, hitting him on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Love. I will buy you replacements.”, he says looking at me with a wild sexy look in his eyes, repeating his earlier action. This time the lace burst loose.

Proudly he pulls my lingerie from under the skirt.

“Matching undies?”

He brings it up to his face, taking a deep breath in. My lips forming a small O… he shocked me with that.

“Amazing.”, he growls out a deep hazy moan.

“What are you doing?”, I stammer confused at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Your scent is heaven. I can’t wait to taste you.”

I blush for his shameless words. My heart is pounding like crazy. My head already fantasizing about his mouth pleasuring me.

How would that feel? How would it feel to be ravished by his tongue?

Before I really got the time to think, his face is disappearing under my skirt.

His lips kissing their way up. His tongue leaving wet traces, his teeth biting my delicate skin.

All is pleasurable to my body, having me as a moaning mess.

Coming close to my labia, he shortly blows on the lips.

“So beautiful.”, I hear him whisper.

When I think he is going to touch them, I his hair tickling my p***y and feel a kiss on my right inner thigh.

I whimper because of my wrong thinking, he chuckles, staying focused on his exploring.

Fucking tease.

“Please…”, I start to beg when I can feel his lips going the other direction from my p***y.

I don’t even know what I am begging for, but I know I want to experience this. Bria told me all her sexy time stories. I want to do it all with him.

“Please…”, I beg again, when I feel him coming back close to my flower again.

“So impatient, Love.”

He blows another breath of air over my lips. His fingers slide between them, exposing my most sensitive spot to him. He swiftly brush over the nob.

I hiss at the feeling, almost missing the pop sound his lips make.

“Delicious.”, his husky voice vibrates.

I wasn’t ready. No fantasy has prepared me for this. Not for his kisses, his touches, his bites, his teasing, his licking. None of them have.

None of them wear close to prepare what my body is going through at this moment.

Wasn’t even possible, even if I wanted to. It would’ve never been the same anyway.