Waiting For You

I had been waiting for him long before he returned. At the moment the door shut, I was sitting by the window, smoking my fifth cigarette of the evening. I normally did not smoke this often. ‘Normally’ meaning when he was here. During the hours he was away, I couldn’t help getting jittery and desperately wanting a smoke. I had started smoking when we first split up. It was all that could come close to comforting me. But none of that matters now. Now, we’re together. That’s all that matters to me.
When doordoor shut I jumped and crushed my cigarette in my overflowing ashtray. I stood and examined myself in our full-length mirror next to the dresser. Sweeping wild strands of scarlet red hair back from my face, I listened to his footsteps heading for the kitchen. My hands, stumbling over themselves, retied my silk robe and I headed into the kitchen.
Kevin was crouching in front of the fridge and I couldn’t help but breathe easy now that I could see he was back with my own eyes. His lean frame was bent, his dark skin glinting with sweat. I felt my heart growing and filling with butterflies while I watched him, as if this was the first time I had seen him.
“Hey,” I announced, smiling and bursting with love. Kevin looked up from the fridge with apprehensive eyes. I felt a little of the glowing feeling faulter thinking I could have at least gotten dressed today. I used to dress nice everyday, thinking any minute he would come home and tell me I was beautiful before sweeping me into his arms, taking me into the bedroom where we would make love for hours. Most of the time, though, he didn’t come back from wherever he had gone.
He shut the fridge door, still holding my gaze and crossing the kitchen. This is it, I thought. I shut my eyes dreamily as he stepped in front of me, feeling his heat and praying for his soft touch. Kevin’s lips smacked my forehead and rocked my head back. I waited, so patient, for a more intimate type of contact, but opened my eyes when he said,
“We gotta go shopping, babe.”
“Okay, let me go get dressed,” I answered, still grinning, fooling myself with I grabbed for remnants of the glowing feeling I had known only mere seconds ago. I shuffled into the bedroom and derobed myself. Next to the dresser, I turned and looked at my naked reflection from the side. Looking at how less toned I was, seeing my rounder legs and stomach, I hated that damned mirror. No wonder he didn’t scoop me off into the bedroom.
I heard him approaching and I went over to the dresser, trying to find something decent to wear, too ashamed to want to let him see me this out of shape. Unable to find something to throw on, I grabbed my robe off the floor and shoved my arms into the sleeves. I was wrapping it around my torso when the door opened.
Kevin poked his head in, then strolled in and flopped on the bed. He watched me while I nervously tugged my robe tighter. His eyes were fixed on my breasts and I knew what was coming. He held his hand out to me, beckoning, and without hesitation, I went to him.
He pulled me to him so I was in standing in front of him, my arms wrapped around myself. His hands grabbed my arms and pulled them down to my sides, the robe sliding open revealing my stomach and legs. Kevin sighed as he looked up at me. I was barely above eye lever even though he was sitting, since I was only 5’ 4”. One warm, sweaty hand slid up my waist and cupped my breast. I shivered and my my legs break out in goosebumps. Another hand slid around the back of my head and pulled me toward him, our lips meeting as I nearly burst with anticipation. Still glowing, feeling blessed by his tender lips on mine, I tasted an unfamiliar flavor on his tongue. Telling myself it simply had been a long time since we had been together like this, that I simply forgot the taste of him. I kept kissing him while something in my mind screamed that I knew where the taste had come from. Shutting a mental door on those untrustworthy thoughts, I wrapped my hands in his hair and sighed as he massaged my breast and kissed me with a deeper eagerness. His hands left my frame for a moment to remove my robe fully. He lifted off his shirt, revealing his muscular abs and toned arms. One hand wrapped around me and grasped my butt, holding me in front of him. Kevin’s other hand ran up my inner thigh and he pressed his thumb to my warm clit. I shivered and widened my stance to give him access. Not sparing a second, Kevin pressed two fingers deep into my slit. I sighed as he began working them in and out of my tight pussy. Still holding my butt, he began slightly edging me towards him, meeting the tempo of his fingers. I bit my lip and let my head fall back, my nipples hardening as his lips met them. The warm suction on my nipple was so hot and so good and his fingers stroking me was driving me insane. I wanted to scream for him to take me, but I bit my lip and waited until he wanted to.
He still taste what he had done.
turned me to have me lay on the bed and was stripped before I knew what was happening. While he plunged in and out of me I groaned and clutched him. But the taste of the other woman was on my lips and even during my orgasm, all I could think about was what he had done with her. I bucked and shouted and held onto him, knowing even as he came into me, no matter how long it lasted, or how long I held on to him, I could still taste what he had done.