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By *azz Edge OP Couple
over a year ago
Silverstone |
Through the open door, the room was inviting, with the biggest bed we had ever seen taking centre stage. Hazy sunlight through half drawn curtains, bathed everything in a twilight glow. Bedside lamps merely adding to the sense of warmth already filling the room. We entered, our coats on, bags in hand, leaving behind the daylight, retreating from reality.
A sense of nervous anticipation filled us both, our thoughts spinning with the weight of a thousand emotions. We closed the door behind us, our bags placed carefully down, coats removed and hung carefully away, all in total silence. And once we had completed the ritualistic motions, we swiftly closed down the space between us, our bodies together, arms around each another, eyes meeting eyes, lips touching lips. Our kisses were passionate, as ever. And yet, today was different somehow. Days and weeks had gone by as we waited for this moment to arrive until finally, here we were. The wait was over. The time had come.
We began the day with that which all lovers do, embracing each other in a slow, steady crescendo of foreplay, mixed with conversation, anticipation, and then love making. Our bodies connected physically, our thoughts as one. Every single curve of our bodies connected in perfect unison, one with the other. And still we waited, even while we made love. While we took pleasure from each other’s body we counted the seconds pass by, slower now than ever. Time, though silently passing, took us forwards until, in perfect unison, we were close to the point where love overflows into climax when, as if rehearsed to perfection, there came a knock at the door.
We fell silent. That often fantasised, never realised, moment had come. She looked at me and smiled a nervous smile. Her hand reached out to gather black lace from the floor, the lace hiding her nakedness from view. Her lips touched mine. And then she walked silently toward the door, her hair still dishevelled from our love making, skin glowing from the warmth we had created together, and she reached for the handle, resting it there. A long pause; a deep breath; and then she opened the door… |
