The Lovers: Part 1, The Arrival

Her fingertips twist around the ends of her hair. She was nervous, practically shaking with anticipation. Her sweaty palms rubbed over her jeans, while her eyes were glued to the digital clock posted up near the departure announcements.

She knew once she saw him her thighs would quiver, her inner walls would soak in her wetness, her nipples would be achingly hard and ready for his touch. It was always a torture to wait.

She’s only heard his voice over the phone. And even that was enough to make her breathe heavy, sweat producing in between the valley of her full breasts. She wanted him. She wanted him with everything she had in her.

Her heart raced as she heard his flight had arrived early. She instantly stood, smoothing down her curve-fitting shirt. Her fingers coaxed through her long chocolate brown hair, as she bit down onto her lower lip. Her eyes kept running back and forth between the clock and the arrival gate.

She knew exactly what would happen once he saw her. His eyes, full of intensity, full of mischief, would meet hers and in an instant, he would know she was his. She secretly dreamed about it frequently, how her life would change the moment they locked eyes and accepted each other into their lives.

Her desperate brown eyes stared after the arrival gate once the passengers started to scattered to their destinations. She could already feel her skin bursting into flames as she spotted his handsome face in the crowd. He was wearing his favorite black t-shirt, the one he had mentioned a thousand times. She smiled as she took in the rest of his wardrobe, the faded jeans, and the clean cut white sneakers that seemed to go with anything he usually wore in his pictures.

Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips. She wanted to scream out his name so he would find her faster. She wanted her legs to move so that she could run into his arms, so that he could embrace her, and kiss her desperately.

But she couldn’t move. She couldn’t even breathe. Her nerves wouldn't let her.

She felt a bit faint at the sight of him. He was the impossible dream of every girl in her twenties, but yet there he was, scanning faces in the crowd, trying to find her. She bit down on her lip once again, willing him mentally to look her way. And suddenly, she noticed a smile curving on his full lips. She watched him slowly turn, his gaze instantly meeting hers. Her lungs closed, as she sucked in a breath. Her knees felt incredibly weak. Weak with desire, bursting with love.

She swallowed hard, as she watched him make his way towards her. His smile was just as stunning in person and she’d seen it many times in the pictures he would send her through his phone and a million more times in her dreams. It was coated with charm, a coy and seductive curve to them that made her desperate for him.

“There you are.” His voice sugar coated her ears and she responded with a smile. There she was. Standing in front of the man who haunted her every day life, as if he belonged there, as if he knew he’d make a great impact in her life, and in her heart, no matter how far the distance between them would be.

“Here I am.” Her pulse rate began to increase as he stepped closer, enveloping her in his mouth-watering mahogany scent. His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her into his solid chest as he leaned his mouth over her ear.

“Let's get out of here.” She could only nod, her voice had suddenly disappeared. His hand took hers and lead her towards the restroom area. She didn’t bother to look if anyone had noticed them heading towards that direction. And she honestly didn’t care. Her mind was fogged with lust, love, her heart wouldn’t stop its rapid beating.

He sent a grin her way as they entered the restroom, her hand squeezing his, making sure he was really holding it, making sure it really wasn’t a dream. She smiled brightly as his hand squeezed back in reassurance. The restroom was brightly lit, and completely empty. He quickly placed the trash can under the doorknob, his luggage by the door, and lead her into one of the stalls.

Her lips parted as he lifted her shirt up over her head. Her hands quickly undid his belt, sliding down his jeans, exposing the already thick and hard erection. Her mouth watered and her eyes met his, while his quick hands stripped her of her jeans and underwear. His large hands cupped her thighs and lifted them, so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He sunk her down onto his hardened shaft. She groaned with delight right into his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as he slowly pumped into her slick center. He let out a rough groan as he thrusted into her with a hunger that almost made her come apart earlier than expected.

“Shit, baby. You’re so tight and wet. All for me?” It was the silliest question he had ever asked her. All she could do was answer him with a lust-filled kiss at the moment, her tongue colliding rapidly against his own. When his lips pulled away from hers, he started to place soft wet kisses down her neck, as his shaft pumped harder and faster into her.

“All for you.” Her voice was nothing but a whisper when she finally spoke. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, as she felt his teeth grazing her sensitive neck. She grinned because she knew what he would do.

His tongue circled slowly over the crook of her neck, his cock hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out, as his teeth sank gently into her skin.

“Oh!” the gasping word slipped out of her lips. She saw stars dot her vision then. Her mind went into a frenzied state of mind, erasing all coherent thoughts from her brain as he thrusted into her one last time, her juices mixing in with his. He let out a loud grunt as he completely spilled himself inside her. Slowly, her high started to fade and she was able to look at him. There was a smile displayed on his swollen lips just for her. And he leaned in to kiss her as he let go of her legs slowly. His lips devoured hers as his hands cupped her cheeks. Once she pulled away, her forehead rested against his, a satisfied smile on her face.

“I love you.” Love didn’t even come close to what she felt, but she said it anyway. It intensified every second she spent in his company. It only magnified every time his name was mentioned, every time she could hear him smiling over the phone at her corny jokes, and in person. She only hoped he felt the same. Her heart ached, starved for it.

“I love you too." His confession caused her anxious heart to explode with relief.

His arrival had made all the difference and she couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for them.