JANA
Gliding through the water, the warmth you’ve created smoothing over your skin, you pretend it is his warmth. He’s been gone too long; you’ve missed him so much. You’ve missed sleeping in his embrace, feeling his arms around you while you sleep. You’ve missed seeing his sweet smile light up the room and the way his lips feel caressing your skin. You don’t want to wait any longer to see him, it’s not fair, and you don’t know if you can make it the remainder of the time apart. Maybe there is some way for you to get overseas to see him before you go crazy.
You’ve been on the phone talking, making each other crazy with wanting, by teasing with small phone sex; moaning, gasping, sighing, touching yourself, and saying sexy things to each other. He would softly sing to you in Spanish and then in French. By the time he would finish, you would be in tears. With him begging you not to cry, he would start himself. The time apart is just too much for a couple to endure when they are as in love as you both are. You would end up hanging up feeling worse than before you got to hear his sweet, soft voice.
He would then call his sister to check on you to make sure that you were going to be okay without him there. Polly would rush to the apartment each time, take you in her arms and cry with you because of how much you both miss her brother. The next day, flowers would arrive, boxed or arranged, with a card simply signed "Winkie." Considering that was your nickname for something else also, you would have to smile because you knew how much "Little Winkie" was sorry that you weren’t together also.
You know that when you finally get to see him, you’re not going to let him out of your arms for a long time.
Your eyes start to burn and you take that as your cue to get out of the water and begin to wait for his call. As you reach the edge of the pool where your suit and towel rest, you begin to pull yourself out of the water. You hurry to cover your naked body, and screech as a towel comes around you by a pair of strong arms. The chlorine is still burning your eyes, and you can’t open your eyes yet.
"Shh…baby," he whispers in your ear.
"Howie? What are you doing here? I thought I had to wait so long to see you," you softly say, your words getting clogged in your throat by your tears.
"Baby, I pulled some strings. I’m home for good."
"I’m getting your nice suit all wet. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" You ask.
"It’s worth it if I get to watch you swim naked. And, I wanted to surprise you. I know how you needed it, just like I did," he whispers again, softly kissing your closed eyes.
You lean your head towards his, drinking in the smell of him, and angle your head towards his mouth. His firm lips capture yours in a heated kiss, his tongue thrusting in and out of your mouth, consuming all of you. He presses you closer to his body, your breasts meshed up against his chest, one of his legs in between your thighs.
"Baby, I think we should move this indoors. I don’t think we need to give the other tenants a free show from the net or anything," he giggles, nipping lightly at your lips.
You moan in agreement, opening your eyes to stare into his deep chocolate eyes. He wraps the towel securely around your body, picks up the discarded suit, grabs your hand and drags you quickly inside.
He stands apart from you while waiting at the elevator. You frown slightly at him, wondering why he’s so far away.
"If I was any closer, I’d throw you up against the wall and have you down here. But, I’m kinda the owner, so I don’t think that would look very good at all to the others," he says.
You nod in agreement and silently follow him onto the elevator. He pulls you close to him once again and takes your mouth in a gentle kiss.
The elevator finally announces its arrival onto the 24th floor of the building, and you make a hasty exit towards the penthouse door. Marco already has the door open wide, waiting for our entrance.
"Nice to see you again Miss," he says, his voice trailing behind you as you are whisked by him in a flash by Howie.
"Good to see you too Marco…" you call over your shoulder.
The door closes soon afterwards, and Howie drags you further into the apartment. Now in the living room, he turns around to you and takes your lips once again in a searing kiss.
"Howie..." you quietly admonish him.
"Huh? What?"
"Marco’s right outside the door, he’s going to know what we’re doing in here!"
"Baby, I’ve been talking about this the entire time I was gone, I think he’s had the idea what I was going to do to you for a long time, probably when I first introduced you two. Don’t worry about it," he says.
Tossing you down onto the plush leather sofa waiting for you, he quickly nestles in between your spread thighs, his knee conveniently placed in between your bare thighs, pressing down into the cushion.
He crushes your mouth with his, plundering it with his hot tongue, running it along your front teeth. His smooth hands run over your fevered skin, caressing away the tiny rivulets of water from your swim.
Your hands reach up and release his hair from the small band withholding it from your questing fingers. Smoothing his hair across his shoulders, he silently shudders.
Your tongues are fighting for control; his is going to win out because you want to be taken. It’s been so long.
"Baby, I’ve been looking forward to unwrapping my present all this time. I’ve been a good boy since I’ve been gone," he says.
"Just how good has my Winkie been since he’s been gone," you coo back to him.
"Can we say sore right wrist? I think I’ve got carpal tunnel because of all of those phone conversations," he whines to you.
"Baby, I loved those conversations. I just wish that it was your fingers instead of mine fucking in and out of me," you say.
Grasping the towel from where it was twisted above your breasts, his fingers spread it apart to reveal your nakedness. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, savoring the beautiful sight of your bare body, knowing that it is all his. Your fingers reach up and tuck an unruly strand of hair back behind his ear. A sexy smirk creeps across his lips and his eyes open to stare once again.
"You are so beautiful, God, I want to know how I survived those long months without seeing this sight. You were all that I could think about the whole time I was gone. I missed you so much, baby, all I wanted was to curl up with you and make you make those sounds that I love to hear come from you," he whispers in your ear.
Leaning down, he starts by nibbling on your earlobes, alternating between the two, tracing the outside with his soft tongue. You lean your head back as far as possible to give him the best access, moaning deep in your throat as he bites gently on your heated skin.
Moving down the column of your throat, placing his kisses at the base, he starts mumbling incoherently at first, soon to become very understandable.
"What do you want baby? I wanna hear what you want, tell me…"
Moaning as his lips graze across your extended nipples, his chuckle vibrates your breasts, making them bounce as you thrust your back closer to him, wanting more of everything.
"Everything…I want everything Howie. Please give me more…" you moan.
"I love it when you beg. You know what that does to me. I wanna hear some more, tell me exactly what you want…"
Nuzzling his face into the cleft in between your breasts, rubbing his facial hair all around, you gasp in short breaths as he tickles you.
"Umm…Howie…more…please…baby…MORE…"
He starts sucking down your torso, inching his way towards your belly button, all the while massaging your sides, enough to make you putty in his hands.
"Howie…I want you naked…please…take it off…I wanna see you too…"
"Are you sure you want me to stop what I’m doing right now to take it all off?" He asks playfully.
"I want to see you, it’s been so long, I want to reacquaint myself with your body."
Sitting up, bringing his lips from your skin, he slides the jacket off of his shoulders. You sit up with him, and loosen the tie at his throat, nibbling at the exposed skin. He moans, and you slip it over his head and throw it behind him. You fingers work to wrestle the buttons through their holes, your eyes taking in all of his naked flesh that is coming visible to your eyes.
You brush the shirt off of his shoulders, undo the cuffs, and take it off of him completely.
Your hands meet his at his slacks, he brushes yours away to handle the matter himself. You hear the snap and then the zipper; followed by him standing up to relieve himself of the confining material. Grinning, he pushes them down his muscular thighs, and your eyes light up in delight at the sight of him having gone "commando"…
You lick your lips in anticipation, he bends down to take off his shoes, socks and the slacks. Finally, he is naked with you and he resumes his spot right in between your legs.
"I get to have you first baby, we’ve got all night to work on us, but right now, it’s all about you. I wanna hear you scream my name, I wanna make you whimper in that sexy way that you do, I wanna see those beautiful eyes of yours fill with tears as I fill you full of myself…later…we’ll work on me and you again," he says, nipping at your lips again.
"Howie, if I don’t feel you in me soon, I think I’m going to go crazy. Please don’t make me wait any longer, I need to feel you inside me. Only you can make me feel like this, please Howie, NOW," you groan.
His fingers move down your body, tracing imaginary patterns, making their way towards your hot cunt. Finally, he gets there and begins to thrust his fingers inside you, making sure you are ready for him. Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he tastes your sweetness and smiles at you.
"Baby, considering how ready you are, I think we’re just going to get the show on the road. No more teasing or playing, I just want to fuck your brains out like I’ve been dreaming about for months. Do you want my cock?"
"Ohh, yes Howie, please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, I want to be so full of you, please, just FUCK ME," you scream.
Placing his hard cock at your entrance, he teasingly dips into your cunt, not even an inch and your hips thrust forward to force him further inside your wet heat.
"Oh, so that’s how you want it? Well then, let me just make it the way you want it…"
Raising himself back on his haunches, he gathers force and savagely thrusts into you. You scream in pain and pleasure, tears rolling down your cheeks as he groans your name. To the point of almost drawing blood, he pounds into your cunt, not taking any consideration of you.
Your fingertips claw at his back, leaving deep indention’s, your nails cutting his skin. Every time he pounds into you, you scream loudly, knowing that it’s turning him on to no end.
He stops for a moment, not pulling out, and rearranges your legs. They are now resting on his shoulders, leaving your cunt even more vulnerable than before. Slamming his cock furiously into you, your orgasm quickly approaches.
The loud panting and screaming can surely be heard throughout the top floors of the high-rise building, but neither of you take any notice.
He’s never been like this before, it’s a side that you’ve never even thought about with him. Normally, he’s so sweet and attentive to your needs, making sure that you are satisfied well before he is, but this time is much different.
All he is concerned about is his own gratification, feeling your tight walls convulse around his rock hard cock, because it’s been so long. Tonight, it’s the reenactment of his wildest fantasies that he harbored on the road away from you.
As your release comes unbearably close, you feel your cunt begin to spasm, sending shock waves to his sensitive cock. With one loud yell, he cums powerfully in you, setting off your orgasm. You shriek out his name one last time, and fall limply back to the leather cushions, bearing his weight also.
The heavy panting echoes throughout the room, and you glance at your reflection in the mirror on the ceiling of the living room. Your legs have slipped from his shoulders to rest around his back again, his head is nestled in the crook of your neck, his arms cradling you in them. Clothing is strewn all over the room, cufflinks on the coffee table and on the floor next to you, his shoes behind the couch.
"Howie?" You whisper, still trying to regain your steady breath.
"Mmm, baby, what is it?"
"What in the hell was that?"
His head lifts from your neck, and he gazes at you with those sweet chocolatey brown eyes, making you drown in them like you’ve done so many times before. He raises himself onto an elbow, and with his free hand, traces your lips with a fingertip.
"That, baby, was what I’ve been jacking off too for the past couple of months. Every night I’ve dreamt of you just like this, completely worn out from my loving, and it’s made my life painfully hard. I had to experience it for real, and I wanted to surprise you…"
"You’ve dreamt of us like this?" You ask quizzically.
"Definitely baby, almost exactly like this, but real life is WAY better," and he winks at you.
"Mmm, I guess we’ll have to act out some of your other fantasies if they are going to end up like this. That was so…"
"Are you sure you can handle all of my fantasies? I can be kinda kinky baby…"
Drawing his head back down towards you, you press your lips to his, forcefully thrusting your tongue into his mouth.
"As long as we get to act out some of mine too…"
Hearing his sweet giggle fill the room, he rolls you over on top of him, and you begin to work on those fantasies. This one is definitely worth repeating.