Summer In Maine: Part 7. Good things come to those who wait. By Member389. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. We both jolted awake at the sound of a phone ringing. Chrissy bolted out of bed to answer it. “Hello?” She said anxiously, after a moment she sighed. “Okay sweety, have fun, we’ll see you this afternoon. Love you, bye.” I looked over at the bedside clock and realized we’d slept late, it was after 9. “They’re going to a matinee in town then Diane is going to drop her off around 3 o'clock.” “What will we do until then?” I said sarcastically. She looked me up and down with the blankets thrown back. “Oh I’m sure we’ll think of something.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I busted out laughing. She climbed back into the bed, we were instantly kissing and touching, there was no urgency, just the acknowledgment that we were both where we most wanted to be, and with whom we we wanted to be. Lips teased, fingers caressed, and time floated pleasantly by without either of us noticing. Chrissy rolled me onto my back and threw a leg over me sliding down my legs and began licking my cock. She looked me in the eye as she did it, the hunger I saw there was intense. My breathing was getting shallow as I watched her get me harder and wetter. I lifted my hips hoping she would take me in her mouth, but she only smiled, and licked again, and again. The sweet torture nearing a fever pitch, and she only continued, long slow wet licks. “If you see something you want, take it.” She said, her voice low and husky. She licked the length of me, then swirled her tongue around the tip. I gathered what little wits I had and slid out from under her got up and walked to the foot of the bed seeing her beautiful ass pointing up in the air, moisture glinting off pink lips, I knew what I wanted. I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed slightly, eliciting a moan from each of us. “I want it, and I’ll take it.” I said as I pushed forward burying my hard cock deep inside her. Chrissy let out a sharp moan, as she threw her head back. I began long hard strokes, the moans synchronized quickly. “Pull my hair.” She gasped. I reached up and gathered her hair and pulled her head back gently. Her moans increased and my tempo picked up, my hips driving her forward with every stroke. She began chanting, “yes, yes, yes, oh fuck” and I soon lost all control and took her hips in both hands driving forward a few last hard strokes exploding deep inside her. I could feel the walls of her pussy clamp down on me hard as spent myself in her. Chrissy collapsed face first into the sheets gasping for air. I still had her hips in a vice like grip as the spasms subsided. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I think you’re getting better at this.” Chrissy gasped from the folds of the sheets. “Which is impressive considering you were damn good at it in the first place.” I smiled, gasping for air. “I have a good teacher.” I released my grip on her hips and pulled free of her, she let out a sad little moan and rolled onto her side. Her hair was a complete mess, covering her face I could see her peeking out from between the locks. “Nice hair.” I laughed. “It has that freshly fucked look I was going for.” She giggled. We cuddled for a while before she groaned. “We’d better get up, it’s lunch time, and we’ll need to be presentable when Emily gets home.” I stripped the bed and got the sheets into the wash. Chrissy made coffee and whipped us up some brunch. A not so quick shower for the both of us and we were parked on the couch watching TV when Emily burst into the house, her friend Jesse hot on her heels. “Hi Mom! Pete, we listened to all those guitar players you gave me to listen to, they were awesome. They all play electric guitar though. I’m not sure mom’s going to let me get one.” “Well, let’s look at some great acoustics then. No need to dive head long into your rock & roll career just yet, you’ve got a couple years.” I said laughing. “We’d better get going, Jesse.” H