I breathe your name, whisper it into the wind, hoping it carries as far as you are from me now.
I look into the sky again. Clouds barely visible in the half-light. The night is cold, clear, making me shiver. I close my eyes and whisper your name again: Jordan. Jordan. Come to me, Jordan. I shiver again and sigh. I don't think you can hear me.
It's night and I'm alone in the house. I pace up and down, my hands crisscrossed over my stomach, gripping. Trying to soothe the ache that always comes when I think of you.
I think back. You're amazing. The loveliest blue eyes, shyly hidden behind long dark eyelashes. Curly brown hair. Dimples when you smile at me. You rub your chin distractedly, playing with the fine whiskers that are starting to grow again, just like a professor. "Teach." I say. "That's your new nickname." And there's that smile again. You like it. I am pleased.
When you return from class, I'm in your office, checking your progress and tidying up. "You're back early." You just stare at me for a few seconds longer than necessary, a sharp intake of breath on your part making my heart skip a beat, then another, and another. "Jordan, what is it? Please. Tell me. You know you can tell me anything."
You take three more steps and cover the distance between us. Long fingers grasp both my cheeks and you bring your forehead to mine. Your eyes are closed and I can feel your heart beating from where you are. "Jordan. Sweetie. What is it?" Your lips are on mine then, softly. Barely touching. "Jordan," I breathe. "Jordan." Seconds pass. An eternity of longing and want pass from one to the other and back. I need you. You need me. For this tiny sliver of time, we are in agreement.
You break your lips away, hovering near mine, breathing heavily, unsure of what should be next. Your eyes are open now, staring at me, willing me to make a move, any move, something. My fingers find their way to your face. Caressing you, memorizing every detail of the feel of your skin. Your lips part just a fraction, a sign of the increasing abandon you are feeling. Will you give it up to me? Will you let me hold your heart for just a while this time? How many times have we danced around this, this connection that we have? How many times have we started this first kiss, made a move, not connected and moved away?
This time, this time is ours. Just us. Five seconds for us.
It's my turn now. Without removing my hand from your face, I pull you closer and brush my lips over yours, tenderly. When your lips part and your tongue meets mine, I give a small moan. You taste of cranberries. And tea. And man. Our tongues continue their exploration, dancing together, pulsing electricity through all of me with each meeting. I can't stand it. Can't take it for long. I have to break away, but I don't want to.
"That. That was. Jordan. I. " Sigh. Start again. "Jordan. Sweetie. Please. We can't do this. Not here. Is this what you really want? Can we talk about this -- later? Elsewhere?"
Hours later and I'm still waiting after calling out for you. I'm watching for a sign that you're coming by. That we're going to either continue what was started or have it stop before it matures. I haven't heard from you since yesterday, and the kiss, and I am worried. Still pacing, the room has gone cold without me realizing it. As I go to the backyard to get more firewood, I can hear a rustling. You are there.
"How long have you been out here?"
"Long enough. Let me help you with that."
"It's cold out here. Why didn't you come in?"
"I couldn't come in. I couldn't be sure ... still not sure. Do you know how many times I've sat out here, just watching you through the windows? I don't care how cold it is. If this doesn't work, then I don't have a backup plan."
"Come in. Sit with me. You're safe with me. You don't need a backup plan."
Dropping the firewood, you come closer again, brushing my hair back from my face. I lean into you and sigh. This is what I was longing for, hoping for. I wrap my arms around your neck and pull myself closer to you. "Jordan. Come in."
Grabbing me by the hand, you lead me into my house and sit me down. "Wait here."
I watch as you scurry about, gathering up the materials we will need. How long have you been planning this exactly? I feel forlorn, thinking of all the time we had that we didn't come together. And then I remember that there were reasons we couldn't be together when we wanted to be, even before the kiss.
Candles lit. Fire blazing. Comforter down on the floor. Another soft blanket appears from somewhere since it isn't mine. Hot cocoa (with marshmallows! Damn, you're good! How did you know where to find those?) in large mugs. It's all there.
You lead me to the comforter and ease me onto my back. Covering me with your body, you kiss me slowly. All I can think is that we have on way too many clothes for this. But you don't stop. The kiss deepens. My senses are dulled to everything around me and all I know is you. How exactly did I let you have this much power over me?
Rolling over slowly, you draw in a deep, ragged breath. "How was that? Did that please you? Even a little?"
"You're way too shy with me," I say while kissing your neck. "I know you have it in you to take charge, to show me what you want." I'm still kissing you, now working my way up to your face. "Why don't you just try it, and I won't stop you unless I don't like it." I start unbuttoning your shirt. "I promise. I like it."
You let me continue with the buttons on your shirt, now pulling it out of your jeans so I can let it fall. How sensuous you are, with just your undershirt and jeans on. Still too many clothes, I think to myself. I guess I need to rectify this so you can find your groove. I start tugging at your undershirt, and you suddenly stand and start unbuttoning your jeans. I briefly wonder: boxers or briefs? Briefs, it turns out. And ones that can just barely contain your beautiful cock. Seeing the tip of your penis coming out the waistband of your tighty whiteys is almost more than I can bear. "Oh. My." Quickly reaching for you, I start rubbing the head of your cock, allowing your pre-cum to moisten my fingers. "Oh my, yes." I bring my fingers to my lips, tasting the first drops and murmuring my pleasure at your taste.
I'm barely finished tasting these precious drops when everything is suddenly dropped, undies and jeans off, and your hand is now flexing around your hard manhood. "Do you want more?"
"Um," I say gulping, "every drop, every inch." And without warning, your cockhead is at my mouth. Slowly, I savor the smell of you, the taste of you. Swirling my tongue around then inside your opening. I feel you harden even more. You like this. I take in more, still swirling, until finally my nose is buried in your hair and I inhale deeply, taking you all the way in and sucking hard. "Aaaah. Yes, yes."
With your hands now entwined in my hair, I continue to suck and lick every inch of you. Pulsing my lips in and out over your cock, swirling and tasting every part of you. With one hand wrapped and pumping around the base of your shaft, I continue my exploration of the sensation of having your hard muscle being caressed by my tongue, and then I reach up and lightly caress your balls, rolling them slowly in my fingers. Your balls tighten and I know the first round is almost over. How sad for me. I can't tell who the winner is. I think it might be me. Suddenly you're gushing in my mouth, your hands pulling on my hair, "Aah, ahh. Fuck." Your sweet cum washes down my throat, coating me in your release. Swallowing quickly, another rope of your cum finds its way down, and then another. I hope you're not completely empty. We have the whole night ahead of us.
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