I finally have it with me.It's four in the morning and the

I finally have it with me. It's four in the morning and the storm outside doesn't stop signs of letting up. I feel cold, my nipples are standing up while I hear the sound of rain hitting the window. He is next to me. So beautiful, so mine, so loved. I met him at university when we were both studying medical career, we were friends for a long time but he never noticed me. Me It cost a long wait, days and days of loneliness but finally I have him here with me and I feel that no sacrifice, no wait is long because I always I will be here for him. As the minutes move the clock hands I feel desire being born in my womb, it almost hurts because I miss its essence so much. manly inside me. I look at him with the depth of my love reflected in me face and slowly I direct my right hand to his cheek, I gently caress him. As if I were an explorer traveling through the mountains, my finger slides along its neck and rests for a long time on his collarbone, then rises and draws loving and tender the contour of his lips. He wakes up, lazily opens his eyelashes and smiles, with that mischievous smile so characteristic, so characteristic of him. I tremble, It's always been like that. My nerves cannot bear the full weight of his gaze on me, my heart rate increases and I feel floating. He brings his mouth closer to mine and begins the ritual of the kiss, ritual because it can't be a simple kiss that he and I share, rather It is a pagan rite, almost a heresy. His being absorbs mine completely transporting me to a world where only with him I can reach. His brown hands run over my body, my breasts, my belly, the essence of my femininity. Moaning I tell him: -Alex, I can't take it anymore. Fill me with you my love, make me feel your female, you want me more than anything. He, so impassive, as if nothing had happened, looks at me smiling and says: -Calm down, it's not the time yet. He continues caressing me, his mouth descends to my neck and with His tongue draws its contours, stops at the base and gives me a deep kiss. Then, he continues his torturous journey towards my breasts and there he delights for a long time, sucking them, biting them, sucking vigorously as if it were a baby. I feel his hands on my hips and his mouth on my navel. No I can do more and my defenseless body contorts in a crazy orgasmic dance. His tongue separates the folds of my vaginal lips and tastes my essence. Slowly, he ascends, rubbing his chest against mine and gives me a long kiss in which I can taste my own being through it. I vigorously stroke his back while moving my hips anxiously awaiting the glorious moment of being ridden. The The wait has been worth it, his virility penetrates with strength and security into my femininity, I welcome it with joy, enjoying each of its furious attacks until together we reach the moment when his being empties into me. No I can be happier, while outside the storm continues its course.