It's Been Far Too Long

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Long time since they’d seen each other. Too long, they agreed about that. Last time they’d seen each other, she’d been in her late teens and he’d been in his early twenties. For a lot of that time, they’d not even talked.

And yet the attraction remained. The attraction always remained, reinforced rather than weakened by not being in contact.

The arranged meeting was at a café, one of a dozen or so little places in the town centre. As he walked up toward the place, he remembered the last time they’d met in person.

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They were outside the club where he and her grandparents frequented. Standing outside, smoking together. They’d talked about how they liked each other, but he noticed she was always shy about saying certain things aloud. Things they’d said by text message were only said in writing, and he was too shy to try and tease her in person, as much as he wanted to. They’d never done anything, unless that one drunken evening counted. It did to him. He hadn’t been as drunk, and the feeling of her lips on his was as fresh a feeling now, weeks later, than it had been when she’d first drawn away after doing it, looking up at him, her dark eyes reflecting the dim lights in the place where they’d been dancing.

It hadn’t felt like a “last time”. There hadn’t been any goodbyes. She’d just moved away and got married.

3

It was ten years later now, or more. They’d talked occasionally since that last meeting, and she’d eventually returned to a place not too far from where they’d first met. Well, six or seven miles instead of three hundred. They’d not talked often, what with their lives and her husband and kids taking her time, but they did their best.

And each time they talked, they’d been reminded of that attraction which had never disappeared.

But now things were different. Divorced now, as she’d told him, and when they’d had a catchup by text message they’d said it would be great to meet up again and catch up in person.

So here he was, waiting outside the café. When he saw her approaching, excitement at seeing her again in person for so long made him momentarily breathless. He noticed when she saw him, when their eyes met, and he felt himself blush. She was blushing slightly too.

He hadn’t expected seeing her again would excite him so much. No. Turn him on so much. Some of the things they’d talked about before, some of the fantasies they’d described to each other. Some of those thoughts came back to him now.

Damn I want to fuck you so much right now[/b], he caught himself thinking.

But he forced his face not to show this. Forced himself not to look at her chest or her neck, but look in her eyes, which made the feeling worse. He saw her eyes dilate a little as well as she finally came close enough to speak.

‘Hey,’ she said in a slightly breathless voice.

‘Hey you,’ he said. ‘You OK?’

She nodded and looked in through the door of the café. ‘You?’

‘I’m good thanks,’ he said, leading her in toward the counter. They ordered coffee and waited for a moment. As they sat down, he kept stealing glances at her lips and felt his own aching. And he felt an ache elsewhere too.

He wondered if she felt the same ache too, and she did how bad it was for her. They looked at each other and kept talking, mostly about the little things they’d been doing during the time they had not been seeing each other. He certainly had, for a long time.

It wasn't long before he began to tell that she did feel the same ache as him: the subtle movements she made, certain little things in her body language... he way her eyes met his for a moment and then looked away.

By the time they had finished drinking their coffee, it was clear to each that the other desperately wanted to be alone together. He kept thinking back on those late night text message conversations as he looked at her face, and had to stop himself from biting his lip. Once or twice he thought he caught her biting her own lip, and this made the ache in his lips even worse: he kept imagining biting her lips, flicking them with his tongue...

He had to stop himself from thinking about this, or else he would find himself too hard to be able to walk down the street. But he just couldn't help it, after all this time seeing her face to face was just too exciting, and he wanted her. He chanced a glance at her chest, remembering how her breasts had looked in the pictures she had shown him years before. Were they the same now? They looked fuller.

‘Oy,’ she said, the look in her eyes making it clear that she was only pretending to be offended. ‘My eyes are up here.’

He looked up at her eyes again. ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘Couldn’t help it.’

She blushed hard for a moment and looked away, and for a moment he thought he might have gone too far. Then she laughed and shook her head. ‘No harm in checking each other out a little,’ she said quietly.

He laughed. He’s seen her looking at him too. Not just now, but during the time they’d known each other before she was married.

Her head was still turned away, and as he drank his coffee he said little more. The sense he was getting from her was a little rabbit-in-headlights. Or maybe he was alone in feeling that.

He picked his cup up again and found that it was empty. He’d been nervous – more so than he’d thought he would be – and must have chugged his coffee down without noticing what he was doing, and now he realized this, he realized they’d only agreed to meet for a coffee. There wasn’t a plan after this.

But then again... [i]there wasn’t a plan after this. This thought made his imagination race. He caught himself looking at her chest again, and then looking at the table... wishing he could look through the table at her stomach, her thighs, her hips, her... well, it wasn’t just making his imagination race. His heart was racing as well.

When he looked up, he saw her looking down at him too. He put his cup down, and so did she.

‘Are you finished too?’ she said.

He nodded. ‘We could go somewhere else if you like.’

‘Yeah we could. Any ideas?’ Her voice sounded slightly constrained, as though she didn’t quite trust herself to speak.

He thought for a moment. Well, your place is probably closer than mine, he thought, but he didn’t want to say that. ‘Not off the top of my head,’ he said. His own voice was slightly shaky.

She gave a wry smile. ‘Maybe we should just go to mine,’ she said, and then blinked rapidly, as though she hadn’t expected herself to say it aloud.

Not as shy as you used to be, are you?

‘Maybe we should,’ he said.

4

So here they were, outside her front door. They’d walked, maybe half an hour from the town centre, both trying to make smalltalk in their own ways, but they’d both run out of smalltalk to make. They had a lot of catching up to do. Or... making up for lost time?

She unlocked the door and led the way inside. His eyes strayed to the stairs for a moment, and then he followed her into the living room. As they sat down on the sofa, they both started to feel more relaxed. They weren’t in public any more.

‘I never thought coming to your place would be so easy,’ he said.

She laughed. ‘I never thought getting you here would be so easy.’

‘You know it’s only a matter of time before say “hey, why don’t we go to bed”, right? He said it for a joke (mostly); but he wasn’t prepared for her answer.

‘So just ask now and get it over with.’

‘Why don’t we go to bed?’

‘Why don’t we?’

He waited there for a moment, wondering if she would do something, but when it became clear to him that she was waiting too, He silently took her hand and pulled her back toward, and then up, the stairs. He was gasping from the anticipation, trying to hide it with deep breaths, but they just made him pant as though he’d already just gone through all the exertion that he couldn’t help hoping he was about to.

Once they were in her bedroom, the door closed behind them, standing at the foot of her bed, he did something he hadn’t done in more than ten years ago: he kissed her. But unlike ten years ago, he did it confidently and deeply, and when he slipped his tongue toward her lips, she parted them willingly, and her tongue met his as though it were a long-anticipated guest.

The feeling was electric, and he could tell she was experiencing it too. When he put his hand to her back, he felt it arch, pressing her chest forward into his. He could feel her breasts pressing against his own chest, and he moved his hand down to the small of her back, pulling her close, and leaned down to deepen the kiss.

After a long moment, they broke apart. They were both breathing heavily, and her eyes were wider and darker now, and her face was slightly flushed. He probably looked the same. He knew he was breathing so hard it felt like he was panting.

And speaking of hard... there was no way she couldn’t feel him pressing against her, as close together as they were. He pulled her close again and leaned down to kiss her neck, thrusting his hips gently forward to see if she could feel it, and took the slight squeal she gave in response as an affirmative.

‘You’ve been waiting too,’ he said.

‘For too long,’ she said.

He thrust forwards again slightly and then pushed her down onto the bed, from where she looked up at him, biting her lip. Leaning down and kissing her again, he put his hand on her right breast and squeezed gently. He’d seen her breasts before but never touched them – never even seen in person.

After a moment he slipped his hand under her T-shirt and trailed his fingers up and down her stomach. Her skin was smooth, and the gentle contact between their skin brought that feeling of electricity back.

He wondered if she could feel it, too...

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...she wondered if he could feel it too. She’d been waiting for a chance for them to touch each other like this for so long, and she knew he’d been waiting for so long as well. Ten years, or more? Probably more.

As his fingers trailed up again, her anticipation of what it would feel like when they came up to her breasts again, this time without her top in the way, made her nipples stiffen. She wanted him to touch them, play with them... she pulled her head back, breaking the long kiss he’d been giving her, and looked at his lips. He was breathing hard, and he kept licking his lips and half-biting them. She saw him wet his lower lip with his tongue, then pull it into his mouth, then let it slip slowly out again. His hand touched her breast, and she imagined his lip touching her nipple. She fucking wanted his lip touching her nipple.

His mouth was hanging open, his chest heaving as he looked at her. She could see the naked desire in his eyes, so intense – like the clothed desire she’d felt through his pants a moment before. She reached out a hand and touched him through his pants. He was so hard, and at her touch he gasped.

‘Not yet,’ he said gently, with a shiver in his voice. She looked from his crotch to his face again. His eyes were less blue now, and more green. She hadn’t noticed that happen before... but then, she’d never seen him like this before.

Not in person, anyway.

He pulled his hands away from her chest and took her hands, tugging gently. He wanted her up, she guessed, so she stood up in front of him. He slipped his hands under her top again, but this time rather than just stroking her skin, he started gently pulling the top off. She lifted her arms and let him take it off her. She was a little self-conscious at him seeing her, enough to delay her noticing the look in his face.

He took his own shirt off, and then leaned forward and kissed the tops of her breasts, not covered by her bra. She could feel his hand working at her back as he did this, and didn’t realize until the felt it loosen that he was unfastening her bra strap.

‘Been a while since I’ve done that,’ he said, his voice low. ‘Wasn’t sure if I could still do it.’ He laughed slightly awkwardly. Then he pulled away and let her bra fall to the floor too. She felt slightly exposed for a moment, thinking how much she’d changed since they’d first met... the changes that having children had made... but the hungry look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

The feeling of his warm and slick tongue on her nipples told her even more.

‘Fuck,’ she said. ‘You can do that as much as you want.’

‘Mmmf,’ he groaned into her breast, and his hand found her other breast, squeezing it gently. Her hips rocked involuntarily, seeking something to stir what was melting between her legs.

Maybe he could feel this, because his hand moved slowly from her breast to her lower chest, and then her stomach, her hips... the gentle touch of his fingertips made her shudder as they traced small circles in the sensitive skin over her hips, down to her thighs. She could feel herself melting more, and shifting slightly. She wanted his fingers somewhere else, somewhere warm and wet.

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He could feel from her movements that she was wanting more and more, and he wanted to give it to her, very badly. But he didn’t know if this would happen again, and he wanted to make the most of it. Not only that, but he was very deeply enjoying hearing her heavy breathing and the little moans she was giving as he gently sucked her nipple and flicked it with his tongue.

Not only that, but he was also aching, deep in his balls, and he was so hard now that he was lightheaded.

I need to fuck you, he thought.

He pressed his palm gently against her crotch, through her pants, and she gave a louder moan. He groaned and drew his tongue across her nipple slowly one more time, and then moved up to kiss her shoulder, her neck, her ear, and finally her lips again. She responded hungrily and as his tongue met hers again, she bit down on it and rocked up, pressing up against his hand. He could feel her warmth through the cloth, and he growled and moved his hand to press in under her clothes. She bit his lip, and he shivered pleasurably, pressing in against her harder.

Then he pulled away and pulled off her shoes and pants, and then his own. He pulled her up again and held her firmly against the wall, kissing her shoulder and pressing himself against her. He was almost painfully hard, and as he pressed against her he could feel her warmth and a touch of wetness. She moaned again as he put his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers into her underwear and pulling it away too, letting it drop to the floor at her feet, and then he kissed her again ravenously, cupping his hand over her again, letting his middle finger sink between her wet lips and touch the hot, hard little knot that was her clit. At the same time, he sucked gently on her lower lip and slid his tongue into her mouth.

Her breathing was heavy, sighing, the moans blanketed by his kisses, and as he let his fingertip find her clit and circle it slowly, her hand found his cock again and gripped through his underwear, making him convulse momentarily.

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‘Someone’s excited,’ she said, rubbing the tip through his underwear. She could feel the precome that had leaked out of him, soaking through his shorts, and he was hard and hot, his breath panting like hers as he kissed her. The feeling of his finger touching her clit was awesome, but she wanted the cock she was holding in her hand inside her. She had for years, off and on. She wanted him to fill her up. She wanted him to fuck her senseless. And she could tell he wanted the same. Just thinking about it made that ache between her legs worsen. When was he going to do it?

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When was he going to do it?

He’d been asking himself that over and over since they’d got back to her place. When he was ready? When she was ready? Fuck that, they were both totally ready as they were.

More than ready.

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He kissed her softly. She felt that, and she moaned frustratedly into the kiss for a moment when she stopped feeling his finger touching her clit. She wanted to say “aw no, don’t stop”, but she couldn’t form words while his tongue was caressing hers the way it was. She heard a rustling sound, and then she felt something hot touch her clit. Bigger than a finger, and much warmer. It moved up, down, up, down, smooth and slick, and as he–

She gave an involuntary squeal as he thrust himself inside her, and she could hear him grunting too. He was so hard already, and as his hands found her shoulders and he broke the kiss and gave her a hard look as he withdrew and then thrust inside her. He was giving her that look again, the one that said I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, and he was biting his lip. His eyes were boring into hers, all she could see, and all she could feel was his cock thrusting inside her and his hands holding her against the wall of her bedroom, a place she had wanted him so many times before.

Relaxing slightly, she hooked her arms under his and put her hands on his shoulders, drawing him in again. When he was close enough again, she leaned her head forwards and kissed him hard, her fingers digging into his skin. She felt his skin contract and heard the high moan in his throat, and the sound made her shiver.

She bit his lip and drew her nails down his back.

Suddenly – maybe involuntarily – he thrust deeper inside her, to the hilt, and held it there, and gave a high gasp, leaning his head back. ‘Oh fuck,’ he said, his voice high and quavery, almost feminine.

As she opened her mouth to apologize – she’d thought he’d like it, that was all, she hadn’t meant to hurt him – he leaned in and kissed her harder and deeper than before, lowering his hands to her hips and digging his own nails in, pulling out, thrusting in, out, in, deep and hard, panting and moaning.

She got the message and did it again, slower, and he moaned again, this time a drawn-out sound that was almost like a giggle. His cock twitched inside her and he pulled out still kissing her, stepping aside and gently tapping his fingertips between her legs, each contact making her shiver and twitch.

He broke the kiss and looked at her. His face was pink and his breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with each breath. She looked down and saw his cock beating up and down gently with his breathing, or with his heartbeat?

She extended a hand to touch it, but he batted it away playfully and took her hips again, this time pulling her toward him rather than himself toward her.

She went with it, stepping toward him – and then past him as he turned, still holding her hips, pushing her again onto her bed, face down. She could hear him step toward her, and then feel him tracing his fingertips up and down and around her buttocks. She shivered again, and then gave a yelp as he slapped her bottom... and then a low moan as his hand hooked around her hip and found its way between her legs again.

Fuck, those fingers feel good.

She shifted her arms so she could hold herself up on her hands, letting the feeling of his fingers working their little circles around her clit fill her, and then feeling his cock slowly fill her again, this time from behind. Fuck, both of them...

It felt so damn’ good, so much more than what she’d thought it would be like... or was that just because she’d been waiting so long for it to happen with him?

He leaned forwards, pressing his chest against her back, and kissed her neck and under her ear. She could feel his skin against hers, smooth and warm, and his cock still thrusting into her. She met his thrusts, moving her bottom backwards to take more of him inside her, breathing deeply and moaning, and listening to his noises too.

It was all so fucking hot, it was almost overpowering. Being filled up with his cock, his fingers working gently around her clit, it was... it was...

Fuck, I’m going to come...

‘Don’t stop,’ she said, her voice high-pitched and pleading. ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m going to...’

He turned her head with his free hand and cut off the last word by kissing her hard on the mouth, pressing his tongue against hers, and the heat spread from her pussy to her legs, her stomach, up and down through them, washing over her as she contracted around him, squeezing his cock.

‘Good girl,’ he said gently through the kiss. ‘You’re so sexy, come for me.’

He thrust deeper inside her, letting her feel every inch of him, hard as steel, his fingers gentle but firm against her clit.

And then it was over, for now at least. She twitched and gave another high-pitched moan, and pulled away from him, felt his cock slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty again. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at him, kneeling on the edge of her bed, looking at her. He was panting and his cock was bobbing up and down again, looking very red and glistening with her wetness and his precome.

‘I hope you’re not completely done yet,’ he said, leaning down and putting a hand on her breast again, and kissing her gently as he rolled it in his palm. Her nipple was hard and sensitive, and sent another brief shiver down her, made her clit twitch again slightly.

Hell no, I’m not finished with you yet.

She kissed back, harder than he was doing, to let him know he wasn’t off the hook yet, and reached down to gently stroke his cock. It was slick with their juices, and feverishly hot.

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It felt good. He found himself moaning and breathing heavily at her touch, which was gentler than he’d expected. He trailed his fingertips around her breasts, between them up, and down her chest, down to her stomach. She was stroking him gently, slowly, obviously knowing how much she was turning him on and not wanting him to come yet either. Her breathing was still deep and urgent, and each time she breathed out, she seemed to give a little sigh; he wasn’t sure if she knew she was doing it, but it was sexy as hell.

He approached with his fingers cautiously, in case she was too sensitive, but she didn’t complain when he slowly ran one finger up and down between her slick lips, though her voice did become higher again for a moment. She was so warm, so wet, so sexy, and he couldn’t believe he finally had her like this, when he’d started to think it would never happen. Her tongue felt so good too, and her hand stroking him...

‘Stop,’ he said, putting his free hand over her hand, stopping her from stroking him. ‘You’ll make me come right now if you carry on. Let go.’

She let go, though she didn’t seem to want to. ‘I want you to come,’ she said, in a low and husky voice, like a purr.

‘I want you to come more,’ he said, curling his finger slightly and letting it dip inside her, brush up against her clit again, making her gasp and squeeze her thighs together around his hand. Maybe she was a little sensitive still, but boy oh boy did it feel good to see her react like that, feel her squeeze his hand like that, and did he feel her clit jump slightly? He straightened and curled it again a few times, feeling and hearing it slip between her lips as his tongue started to do in her mouth again.

Her thighs squeezed harder, and she put an arm around him and pulled him tight against herself. He didn’t stop, but carried on what he was doing, eventually pulling his hand up slightly so his fingertip was in more or less direct contact with her clit, moving it very slightly and very quickly up and down, doing his own impression of a vibrator. He wondered if she had one or had ever used one. Maybe he’d bring one with him if he came to see her again. Maybe he’d tie her up and tease her with it, see how she felt about him edging her, see how long she could go before she got to the point of being so sensitive that she came from the feeling of her own heart beating.

He'd done that to himself once or twice, and the orgasm had been so intense it had almost been painful. He wondered what it would be like for her.

She was twisting her legs around his hand, gripping it between her thighs, and he extended two fingers and slowly curled them inside her. He could feel her pulse inside her, beating fast.

‘Oh, fuck,’ she said, and gave another high, drawn-out moan, tensing more for a moment and then relaxing her grip on his hand. Had she came again? He didn’t think so, she wasn’t pushing his hand away. He broke the kiss and pulled his hand away, moving so he could kneel between her legs...

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He hooked his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs onto his shoulders, like he was giving her a backwards – and horizontal – piggyback, holding her legs apart with his hands, and began to kiss her inner thighs gently, dragging his bottom up over her soft skin, moving inwards.

When he got to the centre, she felt herself tensing again for a moment, and then relaxed, putting her hands on the back of his head and letting her own head roll back. The air tore at her lungs as she breathed deep and harsh, feeling his lips part hers down there, feel his hot breath, the tip of his tongue embracing her clit, first pressing flat against it for a moment, and then the tip, gently stroking the most sensitive part just on its underside. How did he know?

Oh fuck, who cared how he knew? He knew, and it felt amazing, and that was what mattered.

She dug the tips of her fingers gently into his scalp and opened her mouth, whispering, ‘oh fuck oh fuck,’ and he growled low in his throat as his tongue stroked her clit. The growl was sexy, but not as sexy as knowing it was for her. He extended his tongue and she felt it creep inward, brushing under her clit, exploring between her lips, and then coming out again to trace small, hot, wet little circles again. She let her mouth hang open and took deep slow breaths, listening to him breathing and concentrating on how his tongue felt against her.

She didn’t realize until later how hard she was digging her fingers into his neck.

It was coming again, she could feel the heavy tension building inside her again, like a branch on a tree with one more bird perching on it, and one more, and one more, and one more, until...

‘Fucking hell... fuck... I’m... yesss...’

She wasn’t normally this sensitive. Was it because it had been a while, or because she was excited that it was him, at last? She didn’t know. All she knew was that it felt fucking good.

She felt the warmth leak out of her, and for a moment she was almost nervous, but the gentle lapping and sucking she could feel now told her that he loved making her leak like that: he was licking her clean.

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Fuck, I didn’t know you did that, he thought. When she twitched away from him, he stopped and fell back, and then got up on his hands and knees, looking at her. He slowly lowered himself down over her and kissed her breasts again, her shoulders, her neck, her mouth, and as he did, he positioned himself over her and slowly began to thrust into her again, biting her lip to stop himself from moaning. She was so hot and slick, more than before, and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself off from coming now, too. He went slow, concentrating, kissing her hard, relishing the feeling of her heat and wetness as he pushed all the way inside her, drew slowly out again to the tip, then thrust in deep again.

She was moaning still, and he gave up trying to be quiet, moaning her name freely and fucking her deep and hard, feeling the low ache building deep in his balls.

‘Fuuuuck,’ he said. ‘I can’t take it much longer. I’m going to come sooooon.’ The last word was drawn out into a long moan as he felt her tighten around him from when he said “I’m going to come”.

‘Fuck yes,’ she said. ‘Come for me. I want you to fill me up.’

He didn’t need telling twice. As he leaned forward and kissed her again, his cock spasmed inside her, and he thrust deeper still and harder inside her, making her gasp and moan. She bit down on his lip. The pain only made the pleasure more intense, and gripped her shoulders hard as he throbbed and twitched and poured himself inside her.

‘Fuck, I’m commmm–’

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She kissed him hard, preferring to taste the words than hear them, and they tasted good. She felt him swell over and over inside her as he came, and the excitement brought her to the edge again too.

‘Fuuuck!’ she gasped, and he pulled her back to him and brought their lips together again, this time holding it as their orgasms peaked together and then waned.

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They lay there for a long moment, panting together, holding one another, his cock still inside her but just starting to go soft. She thought about the one time when they’d been younger, the stolen moment that hadn’t been enough, which had only served to make the attraction feel more frustrated. She’d been waiting for this ever since then. And so had he, she could tell that from the urgency in everything he’d done. In anyone else it might have seemed like the wrong kind of desperate, but in him – as with her – it was just that it had been far too fucking long.

They’d just have to make sure it wasn’t anything like this long again before the next time.

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