Meeting our Needs

‘We’ll have to negotiate that’ she said after he whispered in her ear the things he was going to do to her. His hands did all the negotiating needed.

She needed to be needed.

“What if we never get to touch each other?” she asked, because of the long distance. “We already have” he replied.

His slow burn had lit her fuse.

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She could feel the slight tremble in his hands which were holding her hips.  That slight shake was him holding onto the last bit of control he had.  She knew that at any moment those gentle hands were going to become FAR more demanding.  She knew he was teasing time and tempting her body with restrained desire.   She loved that gentleness. She also loved when he tossed that gentleness aside and let his raw desire for her loose liked a famished man given a feast. She moved in a way that she knew would push him beyond gentleness. She wanted to be his feast.

He didn’t know how she felt after being told how much he desired her.  Perhaps it scared her...perhaps it thrilled her, but he DID know that if he didn’t say anything at all the possibilities would be limited. “I want you.  I want my hands on you.  I want my lips on you.  I want our skin to touch” He told her.

She didn’t know why he kept coming back...but he did, and because he did she gave him everything. Eventually she stopped asking herself that question, and just enjoyed giving herself to him.

I don't want you to worship my cock, or make you forget how to value yourself,,,I want you to worship me as much as I do you.

"We already have been" he said as he kissed her passionately and his hands made her body move despite herself.

His hunger for her was a balm for all her insecurities.

It’s just coffee (she said to herself as she secretly drove to meet him). It’s just coffee, It’s just coffee Who was she kidding.....

Her mind wouldn’t accept that - she didn’t consider herself beautiful. What about this wrinkle, or that bulge she thought. Again he growled and moved towards her. Her mind stopped as she saw the desire in his eyes.  She felt gorgeous and her body opened to him.

Those were the words he used to answer my question: “What do you desire”? - a simple question over dinner.  They were brutally frank and I felt I should have been shocked, but I knew that what he was describing was exactly what I wanted as well. 

Her hand lay on his knee. The message was clear, and though no words were spoken he knew she was giving herself to him. She was trusting him to lead the way. She wanted him to move her hand to find him, but he smiled and looked at her with unmistakable desire. She didn't need to feel him to know he was hard. His hands found her legs and ever so slowly worked their way up.... looking into her eyes the entire time. When he touched her he whispered 'now'.....

I stepped away from the conversation at the dinner party to refill my drink.  She came up behind me: “You better stop looking at me like that or your wife will get upset” I could feel my face turn red - prompting her to laugh. “I’m so sorry...I had no idea I was being so transparent.  I hope your husband didn’t notice it as well” She said: “He’d probably not even notice if you kissed me in front of him - he’s clueless like that.  Besides - I enjoyed watching you watch me” And thus it started.

She wasn't afraid to let him have her.