The last time we were together, he had said goodbye. I listened to his every word, and I gave him the space to say what he felt he needed to say. I stifled tears as he poured emotion. I held his hand, and I hugged him, but I did not say goodbye. I couldn't say goodbye.
It didn't feel like the end to me. I was so confused. I was touched deeply by his sincere words. I felt so connected to him. If he was feeling what I was feeling, why... how... could he say goodbye?
We both knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. We caught lightning in a bottle 5 months ago, almost to the day. How could it possibly happen ever again. It had been 5 months since I had seen him, felt his touch, smelled his skin, heard his voice whisper in my ear. After he left my coast, I couldn't get him out of my mind. My mind started slowly working on the idea of going to his coast. As things always do between us, it slowly grew and grew until the stars had aligned and allowed me to set up a trip to see him. I needed to see him. The pull between us is magnetic and powerful, undeniable, irresistible.
For the last two months we arranged our schedules and cleared the path to each other while managing our desire and excitement at the prospect of seeing each other again. Could we really pull this off... again? As the months dwindled to weeks and then days, the connection between us became more and more vibrant. Less needed to be said between us and somehow we just felt each other across the distance. The transition was beginning for each of us. Slowly we took invisible steps towards each other as we each shifted towards our respective roles.
As I stepped off the plane, I could feel him. It was as if I could turn around right into his arms. I wanted to see him so badly, the ache in my heart told me I needed to see him. I would feel whole again in his arms. One long tedious day spent feeling his presence everywhere, texts and pics like he was right beside me, and I almost couldn't take any more. The time was drawing near but certainly not quickly enough... for either of us.
When he rang the doorbell, my heart skipped a beat. I smiled to myself... finally! When I opened the door and saw that smile again, those eyes again... When I felt his arms wrap around me, I knew... this... would be the trip of a lifetime. The energy is electric between us in the first warm hug. I could feel the gentle flow between us resume immediately. We feed off each other. The little flutter of excitement dissipated and turned into a full on rush of happiness. After the normal smalltalk and tour of the house..."Where is My collar?"
I smiled... "In the top drawer of the dresser by the door." But he didn't move... Of course he didn't, he was never in a hurry. We kept talking, enjoying being in the same room together. We stayed close, touching each other, needing the physical connection. He stood, taking my hand and pulling me to the center of the living room. He kissed me and breathed me in, running his hands over my body slowly. I held him close. My own hands roaming across his back and shoulders and arms. It was as if we were Slowly telling our souls... Yes this is real, and our time is now. Slowly he began to remove my clothes. Piece by piece, taking the time to remember each stitch, each wrinkle, each goosebump, and every sighed breath.
He left me to walk to the bedroom. I heard the drawer open. He came back to the living room, with a smile I watched him as he stood by the chair and removed his own clothes silently. He sat in the chair and flashed me that handsome hungry smile.
"Are you ready? Do you want to wear my collar again?"
I nodded with a soft smile, at a loss for my voice.
He beckoned me with his finger, and I moved to walk towards him... He sat back... "Uh uh... You know better than that little girl. Bring yourself to me."
I took a slow deep breath, (settle), moved to my knees, and slowly crawled to his feet. I looked up into his hungry eyes as he ran his hand gently across my cheek. The caress I had dreamed of for months sent a shiver down my spine.
"Welcome me with a soft kiss"
I met his eyes and smiled. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest, I'm sure he could hear it. I leaned forward and wrapped the head of his cock with my lips giving him a soft warm kiss. I had imagined this so many times, how I would revel in him placing his collar on me again, claiming me.. again. This was just the beginning. He moved my hair off my neck, slowly placed his leather collar around my neck, snugging it just right and hearing those snaps, feeling his hands wrap around the leather around my throat. It instantly brought that feeling to the surface, it's like lightning in my soul. His hand on my neck brings his submissive to the forefront. The good wife steps back, and I know I am his...
The transition was complete.
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