We hugged each other one more time, and then Leena went on her way, leaving me alone in the apartment. I knew at once what I needed to do. I got out my phone and called Wade.
“Hey,” he answered, and his voice was full of uncertainty and worry.
“Hey, yourself,” I replied. “Look, I'm all alone at home, and Leena is gone for the night. Do you want to come over...and stay over?”
“Really? You have to ask? Yes. Yes, definitely. I'll be there in ten minutes.”
“It’s a 20-minute drive,” I laughed. “Hurry, but don’t die getting here.”
I cut the call off and could already feel my blood heating up. All of this tension, all of this worry, and all of this uncertainty – I was going to put them all aside and just live in the moment. And, I knew that Wade would do the same.
It felt like forever, those 20 minutes between me calling and him arriving, but when he did, no words were spoken between us. He kissed me passionately as soon as he stepped inside the door, and our hands were immediately all over each other's bodies. I could feel all of the tension, anxiety, and worry being exorcised through the connection shared between us.
Wade took off my T-shirt, lifting it quickly over my head as we took a break between kisses, and then I did the same for him, running my fingers over his gloriously sculpted abdomen. He reached around behind me with his powerful arms to snap my bra undone, and then stopped and looked at me for a moment.
“God, you are beautiful,” he said as he cupped his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me intensely.
He trailed kisses down my neck until his warm mouth was caressing my nipple, making it fully stiff. The swirling motion of his tongue sent swells of pleasure out from my chest and all across my body. As he was licking and sucking on my breast, he started moving his hands downward, brushing over my ribs and hips with soft, feather-light touches, each of which sent shivers of pleasant vibrations traveling up my skin.
He then unbuttoned my jeans, his mouth still sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. After they were unbuttoned, he slid them off me slowly, moving his head down my body and placing soft kisses all over my stomach, ribs, and hips as he did. I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking it softly as I did, and watched as he moved his handsome face toward the warmth between my legs.
With a softly probing tongue, he licked gently at the opening of my slit and began placing gentle kisses and sucking softly all around my most sensitive areas.
“Mmm,” he whispered, “you're so wet; so damn wet.”
I gripped his hair tightly as he started lapping gently at my clit, which was now becoming engorged and swollen. Each of his firm, steady licks boosted waves of pleasure through me.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” I moaned, “so good.”
As he was flicking his strong tongue over my clit, he slipped two fingers inside me, feeding them in gently, inch by inch, and I shuddered and gasped as he started to move them in and out, in and out. The rhythm of his fingers in motion complemented the lapping of his tongue so perfectly that I couldn't help wondering if he was a drummer with such brilliant coordination.
He started to increase the pace and intensity of the motion of his fingers, and I could feel an orgasm building within me.
“Yeah, keep going, keep going,” I managed to moan through the bliss as I bucked my hips and ground against him, hardly able to retain control over what my body was doing any longer.
He kept the lapping and penetration up, and the pleasure increased and increased with massive force until, finally, the orgasm exploded through me with a rushing power, like a tsunami smashing ashore.
I cried out and pulled his head away from my crotch, too sensitive for that to continue. I shuddered and gasped as the orgasm continued to tear through me as he continued to thrust his fingers inside me. He slowed his rhythm to a halt as my shudders eased and I lay there trying to catch my breath.
I was determined that it was Wade's turn. Still panting and shivering from the intensity of how hard he'd brought me to orgasm, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans, stroking the firm bulge that was pressing against the inside of his jeans as I did.
His cock sprang out as I pulled them down, pointing skyward with the rigidity of his erection. I took it into my mouth immediately, staring up into his eyes as I swirled my tongue around its head and watched lovingly as he gasped and shivered with pleasure.
He slipped his fingers through my hair and grabbed two handfuls of it.
“Oh God, yeah, damn that's good,” he moaned through clenched teeth.
His muscles contracted under my touch with the intensity of the pleasure, and I began to move my head back and forth, taking in as much of his substantial size as I was able to.
“Oh damn, damn, damn, damn,” he whispered through clenched teeth.
I moaned, the sound muffled by the fullness of his cock inside my mouth. It felt so good to be giving him such pleasure.
But then, he pulled my head away from him.
“No,” he whispered, “not yet. I'm not going to finish without making you cum again.”
We stumbled over to the kitchen counter, kissing passionately as we did, and with one sweep of his powerfully-muscled arm, he swept everything off the counter, and lifted me effortlessly up onto it. I was in a seated position with my legs spread open while he was standing before me, our bodies perfectly aligned.