nightly visit

You don’t know how happy I am when you came. We had our monthly visits scheduled this time at my place. I went out to greet you with a hug, but knowing you, you’ll just push me aside saying that this isn’t the place. Which you certainly did after I’ve begun to put my arms around you. I looked behind at the car that brought you here only to see your secretary glaring at me with eyes that clearly spelled jealousy. I regarded him cooly but then smirked back at him as I took your hand in mine and led you inside.

Lucky for me, you were too dense to notice the heated gaze that came from that man to ever return those feelings. But that same denseless combined with your stubborn nature is also what got me into a hard time in winning you over. But that was all worth it. My insecurities and unjust jealousy somewhat appeased every time I see you with him. Still, I have to be wary of those eyes that always warn me to be careful and to protect you dearly with my heart. A hard thing to do since our place of work and our position almost always clash with each other, but I still manage. My warning for him though, is that he can look, but he can never touch if he wants to keep on living. The car sped off behind our back as I closed the door behind us.

Always the gentleman that I assume to be, I took your coat and watched you loosen your tie. I offered you a drink and you greatly accepted. I watched you drink, and I think, not for the first time, how beautiful you are and I was glad that you’re here and mine alone. Mine without your secretary hanging all over you. Mine without your mobile phone constantly ringing on your pocket, vying for your attention. Mine without your laptop sitting infront of you with your full attention to it. And mine without the conference table between us. Just mine alone. I’d probably scare you for good if you realize these things going on in my head. Or worse, you’d probably laugh it off. Scary isn’t it? My possessiveness over you. You also wouldn’t notice how jealous I am with your work, but I know I can’t complain, for I am the same. The same person who has his phone constantly ringing in his pocket, with my laptop in front of me, people hanging all over me all the time, busy with meetings and such. But the sad thing is, you seem to care less about it. It wouldn’t hurt you to take the initiative and act like you missed me. I’m sure that you know how I always anticipated our monthly visits where I could see you again without the constraints of our professions.

Alas I can’t help myself. Your inviting nape inclined seemed to beg for attention as I gave in to temptation. You complained, saying that you’re tired and should let you get some rest first, but I smirked in your neck as I felt the beginnings of your shudder go through your body. That’s right, I know how to excite you. I know which buttons to press, which places to touch, places to kiss. I’ve mastered your body so well just as you’ve mastered my soul. Your struggles turning futile as you begin to respond to my wanting of your body. I would never tire of this. Every time seemed like our first as I mapped your body with my hands, lips, teeth, and all, afraid that I’ve forgotten some part of it as I re-aquaint myself to memorizing your pleasure points. Checking out your body is a whole lot enjoyable than checking the current stock exchange. I continued to rain kisses on your neck, tracing it up to behind your ears. I would have been fine to do it right then and there in the couch but I know you would tend to disagree so I gathered you up in my arms, a bundle of writhing, moaning hot flesh and staggered to my bedroom to continue; all the while not stopping my attack to whatever exposed skin that comes available within reach of my lips as my arms are busy with holding you. You in turn, despite your writhing, couldn’t seem to get enough of my skin as you run your hands on my chest. Glad to know that you really like my body. I’ve worked hard to earn it. Laying you down gently at the foot of my bed, I disentangled my arms to take off my clothes while I watch you do the same.

As we both look at each other in nakedness, my eyes traveled to silky hair, to eyes that I could forever be lost in, dusty nipples and lean hips, down to your manhood begging to be touched and it was all I could do to not take you right then and there without preparation whatsoever. After what seemed like an eternity of staring at each other, you seem to tire of waiting and closed the mere distance separating us, pulling me as you claim my mouth for a hungry kiss. I really have to wonder how you do it. How you complain nonstop about being tired to do it but not tired enough as it was you who sometimes get impatient to start with the foreplay. Well, you wouldn’t here me complaining, rest assured. As I paid homage to the necessary places in your body, I started to insert into you the prelude to the main act of our love making. One, two three. I remembered three because you’ve complained once how it was still not enough with two. All these happen as I make contact with your lips, distracting you from the slight pain I know you are bearing. Gauging your reaction with the way you moan, twisting your hips and squeezing me tightly, writhing with pleasure, i drank in the sight of my most beloved, wanton and begging for my touch. After the wait, when I’ve finally decided that you were at last ready, I pulled out my fingers, earning a growl of frustration from you from the feeling of loss. Patience, my love, I said, as I inserted my manhood, proof of my everlasting love and desire for you. I delighted at the gasp that you made as I become overwhelmed with your tight heat surrounding me. Much as I want to pound into you; I restrained myself and kept still, waiting for you to adjust to the intrusion. When you gave the signal that you were at last ready for more, I began to push in out of you slowly at first, then going through the rhythm that I’ve set that left you panting my name everytime I hit that special spot within you. Finally, both of us can’t take it anymore, you going first, crying out my name as you let it go, the sound of your voice which I will never tire to hear pushed me to the edge but not without squeezing me that set off everything as I fell into bliss, growling out your name. I know that you were exhausted from all that but I am determined that you gain endurance specially when I look at your sexy form, all out breath. I won’t let you go tonight. Not even if you call me a monster as I start another round with you. And another. And another. Until I am sure that you can no longer move at all, which is actually my wish: for you to be stuck in my bed. But alas, all things must end as I cradled your thoroughly exhausted form, while you continue to envelope me in your heat and we slept peacefully.

I always make it to a point that I always wake up before you do. I love pampering you, you know. Not to mention that it also gave me the chance to watch your even breathing and peacefull sleeping face. A sight that only a lover is privileged to see. But there are things to be done before my prince wakes up. So I eased my arm from under you with ease that only practice could have achieved and started with the kitchen. I made something simple, seeing that I know you wouldn’t stay here long enough to enjoy a meal with me. Prompt as ever, you woke up at the time you are usually headed for work. I see you ever into the kitchen and gave a little smile. I looked at you over and gave a suggestive smirk in return which had you running back to the bedroom and going straight to the shower, going through your daily ritual. Much as I like an encore of last night, I knew you wouldn’t appreciate it for we have another busy day ahead of us. Still it saddened me that we couldn’t be warm enough with each other after the night of passion we’ve shared. You came out of the shower and pulled clothes you have stored in my drawer for your use and now smartly dressed before me, I can’t help but fall for you again and I kissed your lips which you returned to my utter delight.

Time is running and you grabbed a toast and snagged the coffee. After these fleeting moments on the breakfast table, you got up and kissed me then before I could return the kiss, you pulled away and headed for the door to the car waiting outside to pick you up. I sighed. I guess this was what mistresses feel after their night. But I know better. After all, who understands best what a president’s schedule is like but another person of the same status? As I saw you off, my mind went in auto mode as I get ready to attend to my own business.

I know we will meet again if not in the confines of my bedroom. But it will be an everlasting challenge to maintain control over myself as we meet again, this time, with people trailing behind us. And while I wasn’t content with seeing you with that calculating look as you deal with me, I know that these unbearable meetings would have to suffice until you are in my arms again without a care in the world. Without care at all things that I’ve found mundane since the time I first laid my eyes on you and the only things that matter are your eyes, kisses and sighs, where I always gladly lost myself to.

I know that you are dense at personal relationships but sharp as a needle when it came to business dealings. I should know, but still I can’t help but wonder what you really think of our situation. But as I pull you aside a deserted hallway, pressing my body against you with my knee trapped between your own ones, I kissed you with wild abandon, you return my kiss, a kiss that pours out your soul and bearing it for me, and I have to smile at myself for that. Even as you pull yourself away from our heated short kiss, trying to regain your composure, I notice the telltale beginnings of your desire in front of your pants and you pulled away completely. I can’t help but wish again that we aren’t in the position to content ourselves with scheduled visits, hiding in the shadows to satisfy ourselves with each other. I still dream where I can hold you freely in my arms and have you say your love to me as I do the same without a care in the world or to anyone who might overhear. That wish is what keeps me going, helping me bear to keep my feelings hidden for the world. Striving for my wish, until someday we can both step out from the shadows where we are hiding.