"I cant believe the day has finally come!" I type excitedly, knowing that hes on the plane and is almost here and probably wont see my messages till hes landed. I'm so anxious and nervous but I know it'll be worth it when i'm holding him at last. I stand at the arrivals gate, ready to play our song as he walks through. I'm flashing back through all of our video calls and messages, feeling the flush of love flood through me. The gate opens and people start filing through, I'm standing on my tiptoes looking for him. Then I catch a glimpse of his hat, the checkered one with ear flaps. I hit play on the song and hold it up. Immediately he spots me and his face splits into that smile I've loved from afar for months. My heart races as he runs to me, picking me up and spinning me around.
"Dean! oh my god, you're really here!" I say breathlessly, my hands on his cheeks as he slowly puts me back on my feet, his arms tightly around my waist, holding me to him.
"I'm really here babygirl" he smiles at me, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. Then he looks deep into my eyes, tips my head up by the chin and lowers his mouth on to mine. He kisses me slowly, deeply, taking my breath away. I moan softly against his lips, relaxing against him. My heart pounds in my chest, matching his heart beat. When he finally moves back a little, I try to catch my breath, still pressed tight to him. Dean chuckles shakily as we stare into each others eyes again, his hand tracing a little pattern on my lower back. "Shall we go?" he says quietly. I nod and he takes my hand, and we collect his suitcase. He leads me out of the airport, our still clasped hands fitting together like they were made to hold each other.
We hail a cab and hop in, snuggling close to each other on the back seat. We talk about his flight from the States and I just keep staring at him, touching his hand, his chest, his face, as if making sure he's really there.
"You're adorable" he laughs, stroking my cheek. I blush a deep red, marvelling at how after all this time, all the talks we've had, he can still make me blush this way.
"No, you are!" I smile and kiss his cheek. He laughs again and my stomach fills with butterflies and joy overtakes my whole body. The car journey is long and Dean is tired from the flight and as I look out of the window he rests his head on my shoulder and falls asleep. I can't help but think how perfect he is, how perfect my life has gotten since I met him online. We talked every day, about everything and it became the highlight of my day very fast. I can still pin point the moment I fell in love with him. I saved every video he sent me, he saved every photo I sent him, I told him things about my past and he didnt judge me, he stayed with me and declared that he'll love me no matter what. He confided in me all the fears and worries and pain he kept locked away and it just made me love him more, harder than before. Before we know it the car pulls up to my apartment building. I gently shake Dean's shoulder to wake him. He looks at me with the sweetest look in his eyes, sleepy and so utterly gorgeous that it takes my breath away.
The evening rolls round and we're cuddled up on the couch after dinner, his arm around my waist, my head on his chest. We're watching a movie but I cant concentrate because I can hear Dean's heartbeat which has sped up, matching mine. He kisses the top of my head, making me blush. I look up at him and he cups my face, kissing me softly. In an instant the movie is forgotten. I sit upright and press against him, deepening the kiss. His arms slide tighter around me, holding me to him, one hand at the back of my neck, tangled in my hair. I'm breathless, the need inside me consuming me completely. I know he can feel the same and it makes it more intense. I straddle him, my legs either side of his waist, his hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing it, his lips on my neck. I twist my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes, breathing in his scent. Dean runs his hands softly up and down my back, dragging the hem of my t-shirt over my head. His touch on my bare skin elicits a gasp from me and instinctively I grind my hips into his. He moans softly, and I can feel him beginning to get hard through his pyjama bottoms and my shorts.
"Take me to bed baby" I whisper in his ear. At once Dean stands up, carrying me with him, laying me on the bed on my back. Then he leans over me, kissing my lips, jawbone, neck, along my collarbone, down between my breasts and over my naval. He nips at my hip bone, just above the waistband of my shorts, making me gasp again. He gently tugs my shorts down, breathing out softly at the sight of my naked body beneath him. I'm shivering with anticipation and need. He runs his hands over my legs and over my stomach. He bends down between my legs, breathing in as he kisses my thigh. He lifts my legs up and spreads them.
"You're so beautiful babygirl" he mutters and leans down, placing a feathersoft kiss at the apex of my thighs. I pant softly, tipping my head back as he kisses up and down my sex, his tongue playfully flicking across my clitoris. He takes two fingers and tests me before slipping them inside me, making me moan. Slowly he pushes his fingers in and out of me while he artfully circles his tongue round and round my clitoris. My hips buck and I bite down on my finger, panting, lost in the sensation hes creating inside me.
I feel a pressure building in my core and I know I'm about to come. I'm not ready yet and when he looks up at me from between my legs I shake my head. He instantly gets my hint and gently pulls his fingers out of me. I motion with my finger for him to come closer and he obeys, kissing me deeply. I can taste my own arousal on his lips and tongue. It turns me on even more and I long to give back to him. I sit up and make him take my spot. He suddenly looks nervous and I smile to reassure him. My hand trails down over his chest, I can feel his heart race. I reach down and mimic the same thing he did, kissing his neck and chest, and down his stomach, tracing my tongue over the tattoo on his abdomen. I pull his bottoms down, freeing his erection. My jaw drops open at the sight of him, and he blushes as he watches me. I feel brazen and brave. I gently take his length in one hand, slowly sliding it up and down. He moans and draws in his breath. I bite my lip as I speed up, my thumb brushing the tip.
"Fuck" he gasps, draping an arm over his eyes. I lean down and lick the tip, my hand still stroking out a steady rhythm, prolonging his climax. As my tongue makes contact he moans again, bucking his hips in turn. I take him fully into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, tasting him in all his glory. As I come back up I lightly drag my teeth up the shaft, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. He places a hand on my head, guiding me to how he likes it, my hand still continuing to stroke him, meeting my lips. He tenses and a deep gutteral moan escapes him. But instead of feeling him shoot his load into the back of my throat, he pulls himself out of me.
"Not yet Kitty" Dean says softly. I'm momentarily confused and a little disappointed. Then he sits up and pulls me close to him and unhooking my bra in one single fluid motion. Then his hand frames my face and kisses me. We somehow manoevuer into laying side by side on the bed, our hands exploring each other's bodies, intensely and without stopping. Dean climbs on top of me, nudging my legs apart. I wrap them around his waist, as we kiss, barely stopping for breath.
Then without warning he pushes all the way into my depths, making me cry out, gripping his arms. He growls into my ear, my face buried in his neck. He begins to move, a steady pounding, punishing and pleasurable all at once. He fills me up and I move my hips to meet his every painfully slow thrust. I lose all sense of the world around me, Dean is the only thing thats real and all that matters. I feel the pressure build again, in both of us and almost imperceptibly Dean speeds up, allowing himself to surrender to me as I have to him. We're both moaning in unison, our bodies meshed together so tightly, I can't tell where mine ends and his begins. Time loses all meaning, we could have been here for mere minutes but for all I can perceive is forever. His body tenses over me and he looks up and into my eyes. We climax at the same time, our breaths and sweat mingling, as delicious waves of release tumble over and through us, fireworks exploding over my skin, tiny but innumeral. Dean groans loudly and collapses on top of me, his hand stroking my face, kissing my nose, making me giggle. He smiles at me and I cant take my eyes off of him, making it hard to catch my breath.
"I love you so much babygirl" he says softly, placing a small kiss on my lips and brushing my hair off of my forehead. He pulls out of me as gently as he can and lays next to me, pulling me to lay my head on his chest.
"I love you too baby" I reply, a flower of happiness blooming in my chest. Within moments we fall asleep, wrapped in each others arms, a perfect peace washing over us.
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