So bright and early Saturday morning we all load up in my parents vehicle, prepared for the long, long drive back to their hometown for the wedding of a close family friend. All curled up the Chief sat in the middle. With me. Behind my parents. Awesome. So what do I do, sitting directly behind my parents? Oh... I torment. Mainly because turn around, while evil, is complete fair play. And this boy has been teasing the hell out of me for at LEAST the last week. Evily teasing. Horribly, meanly, driving me to complete and total distraction teasing. And now it's my turn.
Holding his hand tightly, and snuggling in closely I began to idly trace my fingertips along his hand. Just touching him makes me shiver. He smiles knowing how he affects me. Tracing fingers turned into idly tracing his finger. Which progressed to a gentle stroke of his finger, squeezing tightly. A little bit faster, a little bit harder. Accidentally brushing his groin trapped in denim jeans, feeling him straining through fabric. Stroking, tracing, tugging, rubbing, twirling, teasing. Torturing. For almost a whole hour. It was delightful. Watching his eyes widen in surprise as he realized my intention. Now a REAL hand-job in the car would have been MUCH more entertaining but something about that just screams disrespectful to my folks and poor little siblings.. but oh... the little catches in his breath. The looks of 'please stop, oh no don't stop' that he kept giving me. The deep, tormented chuckles as I tried to conduct conversation during the drive. It was marvellous. When we stopped for gas at the half way point there he pulled me close, "You are in SO much trouble when we finally make it to the hotel..."
As we finally pull into the small town I had designs on going straight to the hotel, but my family was so excited to have him there they gave him the tour, did some shopping and decided to do supper before the 6:30 wedding. The Chief whispered how badly he wanted to go and 'check in'... and I completely agreed. But patience, while useless is a virtue.
Upon checking into the hotel we literally had 30 minutes to change, get ready and get to the church on time. Not exactly the pre-wedding playtime I had in mind but... you make do with what you have. Kissing him is so arousing. He holds me close, and he starts off slowly, gently. Progressively he holds tighter, kisses more forcefully. Crawling toward him on the bed as he gets ready I just want to strip down and be with him. Taking note of the time we pull each other down to the bed, tangled up and wishing we had more time... With minutes to spare he whispers how much he'd like to just skip the whole affair and stay there with me all night long, and while I completely agree we untangle and go off to find our dress clothes. Some how I manage to be ready before he is. Black dress and a killer pair of red platform stiletto heels, the man has a love for shoes, and who am I to deny him? Watching him put on his lavender shirt and dress pants makes me just a little bit hot. He looks so goddamn sexy all dressed up. Mentally I'm making note of this fact and planning the next potential dress up event. Reluctantly we leave the hotel for the wedding... I can't wait to find my way back to the room.
The reception is full of merriment. Drinking and toasts and dancing and flirting and visiting. It's fun, just like weddings usually are. And at 12:15, just like Cinderella, we make our escape back to the hotel... finally.
Unlocking the door makes me feel just a little bit shy. There is almost a feeling of expectation and neither of us are sure what to do with the sudden sense of freedom and privacy. So we quickly go through bedtime rituals, since once I get him into bed I don't want to have to leave for anything. We put LED lights on the bed posts and suddenly it's just us...
We curl up into bed, teasing and laughing and nervously enjoying the chance to just be together. But being shy with him never last for very long. Soon clothing is going missing, tossed across the room leaving naked skin, bathed in moonlight and crazy colour changing LED lights. And he is just so gorgeous. Pulling each other close I can't wait to press my lips to his. Dragging nails across his skin to see his body tense, and watch it flush red wherever I touch him. Down his chest, across his stomach, over his thighs. I've been waiting all night... now that I've discovered how delightfully he responds to-and how much he enjoys- oral, I can't help wanting to do it again, and again, and again. I love the way he feels as he slides between my lips, so utterly soft, but so hard at the same time. I love the way his breathing is so laboured, so erratic. The way he ever so gently thrusts his hips, and writhes, trying oh so hard to keep still. But feeling his body at the moment of release is pure bliss. Knowing that he's satisfied brings me such pleasure and such pride. I love feeling his body tense and release. Listening as his breathing returns to normal, and his heartbeat stills...
We curl up together, completely content. Apparently he feels mildly guilty about curling up and not returning the favour. Dear Lord I've died and gone to heaven. Someone who thinks that bringing me pleasure is worth the time. Hallelujah! I assure him that we've got a whole night, and that nothing would make me happier than curling up with him, and I mean it...
But at 6 am he wakes up... and we start all over. I love mornings ;) Licking him awake is delightful but there's something I've been wanting to watch, and I'm willing to take the risk... I ask him if I can watch him... but not just watch him, I want him to straddle me and cum on my breasts. I feel like such a Porn Star asking, but hell... sometimes you just gotta try it. His eyes widen in surprise, but my lover is willing to try anything. I've never seen anything I've loved more. Feeling his body press into mine. Watching him manipulate himself, bringing himself pleasure in ways that are so different than the ways I bring him pleasure. Feeling him spill hot on my body, the look on his face... it was ecstasy. And even more incredible were the rewards I reaped afterwards.
The Chief has discovered oral, both for himself, and for me. And again, I thank god for this delightful little fact. Roughly he pulls me to the edge of the bed, placing my heels on his shoulders, willing me to use his body in whatever way it wants to react. His mouth is so warm, and I am so wet. And he just knows what to do to make me writhe. And when he decides to slip his fingertips deep inside me it's mind-blowing. And somehow it manages to get better, because the Chief... oh... This boy is willing to take direction... When I whisper over panting breaths to go harder... He listens. And he makes my body sing. He brings me to pleasure again and again and again... MmmMmmmm.
The next morning was delightful. I'm going straight to hell for it, but oh my was it marvellous. My folks went to church, and the Chief wasn't really all that comfortable with going. So instead we decided to stay at my Grandmother's house while everyone else went to church. So what's my game plan? Oh darling, while the cats away us lovely little mice, oh will we play... He pointed out that his fly was undone. Yummy. His jeans and boxers are oh so roomy. I slipped my little hands easily into his jeans, and into his boxers. Stroking him awake I had my second Porn Star moment. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. Standing. In my Grandmother's house. And oh I love him, because he said yes ;)
I can't wait for our next weekend away! ;)
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