Fresh from the shower,
I hear the front door close far in the distance.
Taking my time dressing—
a red lace bra and panties—
I catch a glimpse of you
out of the corner of my eye,
entering the bedroom silently,
except for that grin
and the low growl you make,
like a dog that’s just found its bone,
telling me without words
the pleasure you find in seeing me.
You come closer,
and I feel the heat of you
pressing against my back,
circling me with your arms,
cupping my breasts with your hands,
pulling me to you.
Your mouth presses to my ear,
almost a groan escaping,
the hardness of your desire pressing into me.
Looking up,
I see us in the mirror—
your hands squeezing,
your teeth nipping my earlobes,
your breath growing heavy in my ear,
louder now,
knowing it drives me wild.
The look in your eyes changes—
can you feel it starting inside?
That tightness,
all the while you watch us,
watching me squirm,
pressing my body into yours,
heat rising, wetness growing,
swelling deep inside.
I feel you grow harder,
watching as one hand slips away,
fumbling with your zipper,
all the while observing my reaction.
The heat of you released,
burning through the thin lace,
pressed against my ass.
Your hands slide down,
over my stomach,
lower still,
to the mound of my pussy,
fingers pressing gently,
through the crease of my lips,
a jolt running through my body.
A moan escapes,
a spasm tightens inside me—
I’m so wet,
you do this to me every time.
Your fingers slide deeper,
rubbing my wet panties against my clit,
moving up and down,
pressing, coaxing,
feeling me ride your touch
in a rhythmic dance.
Your groans grow louder,
all the while watching me,
pulling the elastic aside,
fingers sliding down,
never stopping,
deeper,
inside me.
I’m so fucking tight now,
so utterly wet,
losing myself,
wanting you to fuck me—
and you know it.
Grinding harder,
fucking your fingers,
needing you so badly.
One hand comes around;
I feel your grip tighten,
pressing, stroking,
building the pressure inside you.
Can you feel it?
Are you watching
as your hand slides up your cock,
strong and steady,
pumping your desire?
Is your cock throbbing now-
throbbing like I do?
As you rub the tip against my pussy,
so wet,
I lean forward,
legs parted wide.
Don’t make me beg.
Don’t make me wait.
Tell me—
how hard will you take me?
How deep will you go?
How lost can you will you
become in my fantasy?
