Chapter 3: The Long Pause

It had been weeks since he last saw her, he had so many other things in his life to attend to he couldn’t find the time to see her. He’d told her before they ever began that it would be this way. She didn’t think it was an issue at the time, she was enticed by the presence of him, his charm and spirit, everything about him suggested a certain strength and confidence which made her feel all the more special at having attracted his attention. At the time she’d had no doubt he could arouse her desires, as he had already taken control of her in the short time they had been talking, her panties where already soaked with anticipation… making her feel young again. But it wasn’t a crush, he offered her the prospect of experience and understanding. She could tell he knew women, that he was passionate about them, by the way he talked to her. No bullshit, just honesty, and desire… he hadn’t even given her a choice, he basically told her how to respond. He knew her answer from the beginning because he had decided it for her. Though she was tempted to say no, she couldn’t bring herself to do so… except in her mind. No, the words she spoke were his, and it liberated her to speak them. She imagined what would happen when they finally met up, but her imagination had fallen short.

Now, he was hers again, and in this moment there was only her… her body, her needs, her satisfaction hanging on the horizon of their encounter, this was the way of it. He sank his thumb into her pie, and glided his fingers up over her treasure…  pressing gently to ease the skin up as he spread his fingers into a V-shape. He could see it peeking out, exposed to him. Her expression showed it growing in her, as he massaged the ridges throbbing beneath his agile thumb, her yearning for release. He was prepared to give her what she craved, but first he watched her respond to his agility for just a bit. When he finally made contact, with the silky underside of his tongue, she had already given up on the expectation of its arrival… losing herself instead in his manipulations.

The contact was a pleasing shock which rolled her moans into a pleasing cry, as the breath she had been struggling to control suddenly escaped with her voice. For a second she forgot to breathe, the silence broken by the inhale as she searched for her voice again. He could feel the moans trembling inside her, but for a while they found no purchase for escape… she was trapped in the excitement, gasping with pleasure she hadn’t imagined. It had been too long and she needed this more than ever.

This time she would remember to take issue with his lack of self-interest, maybe. She imagined it was the reason he could leave her alone for so long, she wanted to pleasure him, to bring him release, but he hadn’t allowed her to make such efforts. She had voiced her concern and he knew what she wanted. He wouldn’t give it to her, but he would show her the reach of his throbbing passion when she was finally in the heat of it, her orgasms colliding together. This would send her reeling into a new kind of ecstasy, one for which she had no way of being prepared. Both the sensation and expectation of fulfilling her desires towards him, of pleasing him in a way she had not yet been allowed, folded together into a momentous and overwhelming rush of pleasure which sent her into the depths she was trying desperately to dance on the edge of.

She had wanted to hold out, make it last as long as possible, to force him to address her request. But in the end she could not. As she lay there released from her torment, he withdrew, holding back the rising excitement in his throbbing manhood. The exercise in will power was profound, but he quieted it and composed himself. It had been too long since he’ had to withhold in that way, in his youth it had always been to prolong the experience. This time it was to preserve the nature of their relationship. And now she relented to his command, to his unspoken conditions, a drift in her own skin… so far from the woman who took concern in such things.

Later she would try to imagine what could have been done to get her way, while wondering when she might see him again. That part was almost enough to drive her towards another lover, but she knew they would be incapable of satisfying her now. It was as if he had ruined her, but if he was her ruin, she would revel in it as long as she could. She had other distractions in life as well, she didn’t need to obsess about it. Though she thought of him often when she indulged herself, minor releases that barely left her satisfied and sometimes left her craving him all the more. She just had to keep busy, to pursue life as she had always done. She would welcome him when he came to her again, she wouldn’t deny herself that treat, and maybe next time she would have her way of it.