Perfecting Patience
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I packed an overnight bag, kissed Syd and Aunt Sarah on the cheek, then headed over to the hotel.
The lady at the front desk took in my ripped jeans and Converse and gave me a look that said I wasn’t worthy. I didn’t care. I smiled back at her as she told me the room number and then I walked away.
He was on the sixth floor. The elevator seemed to be conspiring against me since it stopped at every floor on the way up. When the bell dinged on floor six, I took a deep breath and stepped off. Following the room numbers, I finally found the door I wanted. Knocking lightly, I waited until he answered.
As soon as he opened the door, he pulled me into the room and into his arms. He kicked the door shut behind us and smiled down at me. I couldn’t take it anymore. It had been weeks since we’d been together. Weeks since he’d touched me. I leaned up on my toes and kissed him.
He kissed me softly at first, but soon I was throwing my bags down beside me and pushing him up against the door. He pushed his hands into my hair and licked at my lips before he deepened the kiss.
“We better slow down. It’s been a while and I don’t want to rush this,” he said against my lips.
“Rush this,” I said.
That’s all it took. He lifted me up against the wall and kissed me harder. His hands dug into my hips as he started to press his hardness against me over and over again.
“I wanted to take my time with you. I wanted this to be perfect,” he said as he moved down the side of my neck and sucked softly.
The buttons of my shirt popped off one by one as he pulled my shirt open and worked his mouth down onto the cleavage above my bra. I clawed at his back and begged for more. I couldn’t get enough of him. It had been too long and I needed him. I hadn’t planned on it being this way, and from what he was saying between kisses, he hadn’t planned it this way either, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I pulled his shirt over his head and he took his mouth from my body just long enough to let me. Then his warm skin was next to mine. He pulled me away from the wall and unhooked my bra. He tossed my ripped shirt and my bra across the room, then sucked a nipple into his mouth.
I cried out and dug my hands into his hair. He continued to press himself against me, and the friction of my jeans against my thin panties was driving me crazy. Reaching between us, I went to work on his belt. I pulled it through the loops of his jeans until I was able to throw it down beside my discarded shirt and bra.
His jeans fell around his hips and I ran my fingers through the light hair right below his belly button. He groaned against my skin. I struggled with the zipper on his jeans until finally I could get my hand beneath his boxers.
He was hard and hot in my hand as I worked my fingers up and down him. He took his mouth from my body and pressed his forehead against my chest.
“I love it when you touch me.” He was breathing hard and his shoulders lifted up and down.
I continued to use my hand on him until finally he released me. I pulled my hand from his pants and put my arms around his neck to pull him down to kiss me. He lifted me again and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into another room.
Laying me on the bed, he went to work on my jeans. He popped off my shoes before pulling my jeans off completely. He stood above me and stared down at me for a minute, and I almost covered myself.
Then he was there, kissing the inside of my thighs and sliding his finger between my newly shaved skin and my thin pink panties. My hips lifted from the bed on their own as my body begged for more.
And then I heard the pop of my panties as he ripped them off.
“You now owe me two pairs.” I smiled down at him.
Licking the inside of my leg, he looked up at me. His dark hair almost covered his eyes completely.
“You might as well quit wearing them.” He smirked at me.
I was going to remark, but he took the words and the breath out of me as he started to softly suck on the most sensitive part of my body. I squirmed and moved my hips as I began to moan and pant. He knew what he was doing, and I was letting him do it. He didn’t stop until I came apart.
Once his jeans hit the floor, the only sounds in the room were our bodies coming together and his soft whispers as he told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me and the way I felt.
Afterward, I fell asleep in his arms. He held me close and worked his fingers through my hair. The lift of his chest with his breaths moved my head up and down and rocked me slowly.
When I woke up, he was gone. I sat up and peeled the warm sheets from my body. The soft rhythm of his guitar came from the other room. He was playing “Patience” and singing softly. It sounded perfect.