(Another writing prompt)
“Baby, I think it is time.”
Time for what?
“You know. Time for us to get out of here. Get away for the weekend.”
Do you mean a mini break? You know what Bridget said about a mini break. We may have to define this as more than just shagging.
“As long as there can still be shagging with you, you can define it any way you want.”
I’ll allow it.
This was the first time, honestly. We had never gone away together before. It was all texts and longing and wishing for something we both thought we could never have.
From the moment he picked me up, I felt that vibration. There was an undeniable thing between us. I guessed that would be the case, but you never really know until you hold physical space together. There is no way to know for me until I see that face, hear that voice, smell him, and take him in deeply.
We had a nice ride out in the country, taking me to god knows where. Hopefully not to my death, but at this point, I didn’t care. It would be worth it. The tension and the energy were coming in big sparks now. The hunger and the heat were there as I knew it would be. I felt so greedy and needy in his presence. My mind and body were already trying to hump the air. I wanted to hump his thigh, climb onto his lap, and get to that space I needed. The need to have him fill me, deep.
Yet, on the surface, we were just riding in our rental, the music on low and conversation flowing. I loved the juxtaposition of my dirty thoughts with his innocent way of describing the history and scenery of this place.
I wasn’t sure what we would be pulling up to, but it was the perfect property for a mini break. There was a main house with several smaller cabins. I like the idea of having this small area to ourselves. It had a bed and a tub, and that is all I really cared about. And Him. It had him there with me.
It did not take long for the bags to drop and our bodies to attack. I loved the way we worked together to fight and claw our way to one another, to get as close and deep as we could physically.
We feasted and devoured on each other for what felt like hours on end. Short breaks were had for snacking and hydrating, and of course, the steamy showers. He made sure I got my water so that I could remain wet and dripping for him for days. I love the way he tasted, but more than that, I loved the way he appreciated mine. I loved the way he showed me he wanted me. It was how he reflected my feelings back to me. Neither of us could get enough.
But then came the intimacy. Not just the aftercare and the cuddling, but the dreams shared, the conversations of who we were outside of each other, even though who we were together, and how we defined our roles to each other meant more to me.
He made me feel worthy.
“Climb up, Baby. Let me read to you.”
I eagerly tucked into his lap, curling under his arm. We had just gotten all nice and clean from a hot shower, and now he was beckoning me to the bed and the comfort of him. I loved the sound of his voice. It was more than just soothing. It was right. It belonged in my life. He could read me anything and I would be enthralled.
“Drop your cocks and grab your socks. That is how this one starts. Let’s see where it takes us.”
And we did see.
Lisa Gray 