Waiting for you

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Amara’s p.o.v.

I can feel his eyes burning on my wet hole. My pulsating p***y arching for his touch. It feels like minutes have passed, the waiting is frustrating.

My impatience got me hesitating. Should I lift my skirt of his head. Because what is taking him so long?

Also, I would love to see his handsome face.

In my doubt, my lower waist flex back against the surface I am resting on.

My body begging for a physical touch.

Like I said, I wasn’t ready for the impact it would have on me.

Feeling his fingers spreading my lips, sliding it down my slit and back up. He circles his thumb over the nob of my c**t.

The sparkles it set free, my body trembles at the sensation.

I hear him mumbling, but I can’t make sense of the words.

For lighting has struck my mind, body and soul.

His warm tongue takes a long leap over my wet slit, flickering over my sensitive lips and c**t.

My back bucks off the bed from the temptation building inside of me.

His tongue and teeth keep playing with my p***y.

“Oh… please… more.”, I moan out at the intense feeling.

His hands spread my legs wider, glide to the back of my ass, lifting my waist up a little to gain better access.

Finally finding the courage in myself, I lift my skirt up. My eyes fixed down to Timothy between my legs.

He looks me straight in the eye, dipping his tongue deep into the entrance of my v****a.

My eyes roll back, when his tongue starts to stimulate my g-spot. He insert a finger in my wetness and starts pumping. First slowly, picking up the pace as his licks and strokes become more aggressive.

“Mmm… Oh… s**t…”, my moans are low, barely able to get a sound out of my mouth.

He keeps feasting on my p***y. Adding another finger in to her.

The pleasure is too much.

Trying to crawl away from his mouth, he growls and only firms his hold on my hips.

“Don’t you dare, Love. I’m just getting started.”

The hazy look in his eyes, got me swallowing my already dry throat.

He licks the juices of his lips and got right back to business. I lick my own at the sight of his sexy action.

“It’s too much.”, I whisper softly.

The pleasure he is giving me, is building up an orgasm inside of me.

It doesn’t take long before I am begging Timothy to give me more, he willingly obliges to my wishes. The dam finally breaks, flushing my juices all over his face.

Nope… Not prepared, not one bit.

Timothy’s p.o.v.

Heaven’s gates that is where I am at.

In between my heaven on this earth, between the most beautiful legs of this universe.

She tastes better than I could have ever imagined she would.

Amara, my sweetest temptation.

The way she begs me not to stop, begging me to keep sucking on that juicy c**t. She got me wrapped around her fingers. I can’t stop at this moment, even if I wanted too.

The way her sweet, soft moans filling the air, is addicting. It’s a sound I forever want to hear.

Feeling her climax rising to the max, I give a little more power to my tongue. Flickering it over her sensitive nob.

Amara’s body is shivering, trembling under my touch, moaning seductively and her breathing heavier.

Her p***y clenching around my fingers inside of her, they touch her g-spot and my lips are sucking hard on her c**t.

“Oh, my God! Tim!”, her hoarse voice whisper-yelled sensually, when she squirts all over me.

Gratefully, I savor all of the nectar poring out of heaven’s gate.

Amara is still trembling against the bed, panting between her moans.

Climbing next to her, I lay down. I take her in my arms, kiss her on the forehead and let her catch her breath.

Her breathing calms down after some minutes.

She looks up to me, her eyes full of pleasure mixed with shame. The glow on her face is indispensable.

“Mm.. Thank you, that was amazingly good.”, she whispers shyly putting down her sight.

I lift up her face with a finger under her chin.

“I should thank you, Love.”, I tell her caressing her skin.

Her eyes shut close for a swift moment, her lips forming a small smile for the touch.

Her blue brown eyes appear, observing mine. Almost like she wants to read what is going through my mind.

No, it is deeper. She is looking in to my soul.

Her eyes mirror so much love, but also doubt.

It hurts me to see that she has doubt. I do understand her feelings.

Our relationship has changed. For me, it’s for the good.

And even if I have to show her that I mean that, I will keep on doing so.

Till Amara knows I am not leaving her.

I give her a smile and she returns it with a blush, trying to hide her face in my neck.

Those little things she does, is attracting me more to her.

She is fierce. She has not stopped me, rather she encourages me to keep making advances.

Yet, I feel like she can give more then she is giving now.

For she is so shy on the other hand, acting like she is an innocent angel.

Almost like she is untouched.

Surely, she would have been with somebody in high school or college.

Impossible to be true, right? I mean, she is 27.

“I am really hungry now.”, Amara says pulling me out my thoughts.

“We should eat something indeed, but let’s get you cleaned up first.”, I tell her, earning a wondering look from her.

Gliding off the sunbed, I pull her with me. I lift her up bridal style and walk in to the house.

Up the stairs to the master bedroom.