The letter arrived Friday, at work. She recognized his writing immediately.
My Dearest, I want to make love to you. This weekend, I have arranged for us to go away. I have arranged for a hotel room, a suite, and you need bring only yourself. You will not have to worry about housework, or about cooking. You will not have to worry about the concerns of your job. In fact, this weekend, you need not worry about anything. I will take care of you. I will pamper you. I will spoil you. I will love you. If you choose, you may spend the entire weekend in the bathtub. Soak in the warm water, and I will come and scrub your back. I will massage your shoulders, kiss your neck. I will wash your beautiful body from head to toe, then dry your skin with the softest towels. I will feed you grapes and cheese and cookie dough ice cream. I will feed myself the sweet juices of your pussy, my tongue dedicated to bringing you pleasure. How many times will you cum this weekend, I wonder? My head, between your thighs, lapping up the honey that pours from you. My tongue will know every inch of your body. The length of your spine, the shadow of you your shoulder blades. Down the crack of your ass, licking your ass hole. The inside of your thighs, the backs of your knees. The swell of your calves, the sole of your foot. Shall I nibble on your toes? Up the front of your long legs, stopping again to sample the very sweetness of your cunt. Across your stomach, your navel, up to your beautiful breasts. Sucking on your nipples, on your whole breast. Licking the hard collar bone, your shoulders, down your arms. First one arm, all the way to the fingers, then across you body again to the other arm. Licking your neck, sucking on your ear lobes. My tongue plunging onto your ear. And yes, my dear, I will make love to you. My cock gets so very hard thinking of you, thinking of your body beneath me. I want to show you how hard you make me, and to slip that hardness deep inside you, sliding in your wet pussy, oh so slowly. And when you writhe and moan beneath me, I will hold you against me, your excitement making me harder, making me want you more. You will have to come at least twice before I shoot my cum deep inside you. At least twice, because I doubt I can hold back the third time your pussy begins to milk my cock. The exquisite pressure of your wet pussy on my cock will make me cum, my body exhausted, drained. I will hold you after we make love, my arms around you, feeling your softness in my arms, and I will rejuvenate, growing hard again, ready to pleasure you all night long. You need only tell me what you want, my love, for this weekend, I will make you feel good. Attached are the directions and the room number of the hotel I am waiting. I love you. |
Folding the letter shut, she closed her eyes, trying to bring her breathing under control. Just reading the letter had made her pussy wet. A glance at the clock told her she had three hours before the end of the day. Sighing, she tucked the letter into her bra, over her heart. This would be a weekend to remember. She couldn't wait.