It’s 2:17 a.m. Ask me how I know… I’ve been staring at this clock for hours. The room’s silent except for the occasional sound of my cat rearranging and my own breaths, which are already coming a little quicker than they probably should. I have to get up early tomorrow, and work’s gonna suck if I’m dragging, but sleep? Yeah, right. Not when my mind’s stuck on you.
I roll onto my back, the cool sheet sliding over my skin, my tank top bunching up just under my breasts, leaving my stomach bare. My hand rests there flat, fingers lightly caressing my skin… like that’s gonna calm me down. Spoiler: it doesn’t. If anything, it makes me more aware of the warmth building low in my belly, that subtle tingle that starts when I let myself think about you. Not the dirty stuff yet. Just… you. Your face, that easy smile you flash when you’re relaxed, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners like you’re always in on one of my lame-but-cool-to-me jokes.
I shift my legs a bit, the fabric of my shorts rubbing against me. God, why do you have to be so fucking hot? It’s not fair. I close my eyes and picture you clearer, standing in my living room last time, jeans slung low on your hips, that fitted T-shirt stretching across your chest just enough to hint at what’s underneath.
My hand drifts lower without me telling it to, hovering over the waistband of my shorts. I press down gently, right over my smooth mound, feeling the heat through the thin cotton. No direct contact yet. Just pressure. Enough to make my breath pause a little.
Your arms… that’s where my mind goes first. Those strong, veined forearms that flex when you gesture or grab something. I imagine running my fingertips along them, light and slow, tracing every ridge, feeling the warmth of your skin, the prickle of hair under my touch. You’d probably flex just to tease me, show off that strength, and I would eat up every second of your tease. I can almost feel it now, the way your muscle would give slightly under my palm, then harden as you pull me in close for a hug that turns into something more, something so much more.
My nipples are starting to ache now, poking against my tank top, begging me for attention. I ignore them for a second, focusing on that building heat between my legs. I part my thighs wider, letting the sheet tent up a bit, the cool air kissing my inner thighs where the shorts ride up. My finger slips under the elastic finally, brushing over the smooth skin just above my slit… you have me puddled already just at the thought… yeah, thinking about your scent does it. That warm, musky guy smell when you’re fresh from a shower or after a long day, clean sweat mixed with whatever body wash you use.
I’d bury my face in your neck, inhale deep while my lips graze your skin. Small nibbles showing you how much I miss you. How much I crave you. Slow licks, tasting the salt, hearing you let out that low rumble in your chest.
My free hand finally moves up, cupping my breast through the fabric, thumb circling my nipple. God, that feels so good. It’s hard, sensitive, and the friction makes me squirm, my hips tilting up instinctively.
I’m not rushing this. Teasing’s my favorite part, making it last until the need is unbearable. In my head, you’re here now, shirt half-unbuttoned because I’ve been working on it slow, one button at a time, my fingers brushing your skin with each pop. Revealing that chest inch by torturous inch. Broad and firm, with that light hair that trails down to your abs. I’d press my palms flat against it, feel your heartbeat pick up, the rise and fall of your breaths quickening as I lean in to kiss right over your heart.
Soft at first, then my tongue darting out, swirling around a nipple, sucking it between my lips until it’s peaked and wet. You’d groan… “Fuck.” That sound alone would make my pussy clench.
My hand’s fully inside my shorts now, fingers parting my lips gently, gliding through the wetness that’s pooling there. I avoid my clit for now, just stroking the outer folds, feeling how swollen I am, how ready, how bad I need to touch myself.
Your back….. I love imagining my hands on your back. Those shoulder blades shifting under my touch as you move, the dip of your spine leading down to that perfect ass. I’d slide around behind you, pressing my body against yours, my tits squished against your back while my hands wander lower. Nails dragging lightly over your sides, leaving faint trails that make you shiver… I love the chills and small raised bumps on your skin.
My breaths are coming faster now, shallow pants as I finally let a finger circle my clit… God, yes… slow, barely touching. The jolt of pleasure makes my toes curl into the mattress. In the fantasy, I’m whispering in your ear from behind, voice low and husky: “You feel so amazing, I could touch you all night.” My hand would slip around to your front, palming your abs, those tight, ridged muscles that flex under my fingers. Tracing each one, dipping into the grooves, feeling them tense as your breathing turns ragged.
The ache’s deeper now, throbbing insistently. I add a second finger, rubbing my clit in tighter circles, but still slow, edging myself, building that coil in my core without letting it snap.
Your happy trail… that soft line of hair leading down from your navel. I’d follow it with my tongue, kneeling in front of you now, my breath hot against your skin as I kiss lower and lower. The waistband of your jeans teasing me, the bulge beneath straining so obviously. You know what that bulge does to me. I can picture it, the way your cock twitches when I get close, the fabric tenting out. I’d brush against it, feel the hardness through the denim, inhale that deeper musk that’s all arousal and man. My mouth waters just thinking about it.
Hands on your thighs, those thick, powerful legs that could pin me down or spread me wide. Squeezing the muscle, feeling it give under my grip, then harden as you shift your weight. Fuck, I want you.
I’m whimpering softly now, the only sounds coming from my fingers moving swiftly in my shorts. I dip one inside me, shallow at first, feeling the tightness, the heat clenching around it. Out again, back to my clit, spreading the wetness everywhere. Teasing you more in my mind, undoing your belt with deliberate slowness, the clink of the buckle, leather sliding free. Zipper down tooth by tooth, my eyes locked on yours the whole time, watching the hunger build in your gaze.
Your cock finally free, thick, veined, curving up proudly, the head flushed dark and shiny with precum. Fuck, it’s beautiful. Hot to the touch as I wrap my hand around it, stroking from base to tip so lazily you’d buck into my fist. Thumb swirling over the slit, collecting that bead of moisture, bringing it to my lips to taste… salty, addictive. Your groan is all I need to hear, hand threading into my hair, urging me on.
But I’d pull back, blow cool air over the wet tip, watch it jump, watch your abs clench hard. “Not yet,” I’d say, voice teasing as I lick a slow stripe up the underside, tongue flat and firm against the vein that pulses there. Looking up into your eyes, taking just the head in my mouth, sucking gently, swirling my tongue while my hand pumps the shaft in loose, maddening strokes.
Your thighs would tremble under my other hand, nails digging in just enough to leave marks. I’d smear my lips around you, the vibrations making you curse, hips thrusting shallowly. Edging you closer, then stopping, popping off with a wet sound, stroking lightly until you’re leaking more, begging with your eyes. That’s what I want, baby. I want every drop.
My body’s on fire now, hips grinding up into my hand as I add a second finger inside, feeling myself stretch, curling them against that spot that makes everything spark. God, I wish this was your cock. Thumb flicking my clit faster, the pressure building intensely.
I imagine your hands finally on me… big, rough palms sliding up my thighs, spreading me open on the bed. “Yes, baby. Put your hands all over me. Touch me. Every inch of me.” Your fingers teasing my entrance, circling the wetness, dipping in just the tip before pulling out. Making me whine, making me rock toward you.
“Please,” I’d beg, but you’d grin that wicked grin, stubble scratching my inner thigh as you lean down. “God, baby, please.” Begging more, unable to contain my need. Hot breath on my pussy first, then your tongue, slow laps through my folds, tasting every inch, flicking my clit until I’m gasping. “Fuckkk yes.” Sucking it between your lips, vibrations like I gave you, fingers plunging deep while your mouth works magic.
The tease flips… now you’re edging me, bringing me right to the brink with your tongue and fingers, then backing off, kissing my thighs instead until I’m trembling, clutching the sheets. Your body over mine then, sweat-slicked and hard, cock sliding through my wetness without entering. Teasing the head against my clit, bumping it over and over until I’m soaked and desperate.
“You want this?” you’d growl, voice rough with need.
I’d nod frantically, nails raking your back, pulling you closer. “Fuck me. Pleaseee fuck me!”
You know what that teasing does to me, bringing out the animal in me needing you. Impatient, I tell you to “fuck me” once more. You aren’t listening. I need it. You know I need your cock. “Please,” I beg. You know what you’re doing to me. It’s all a part of the plan. You know it works me up. How needy I get. How horny I am for you. How badly I crave your cock inside me. I can’t fight it anymore.
I roll over on top of you, taking it. You love me so worked up, and baby, that’s exactly what you’ve fucking done. My lips on your neck, sucking, nibbling as my pussy drips on your leg, searching for your cock. I feel you, leaning up, I feel you right where I need you. “Ahhh,” I moan. The head of your cock first begins stretching me. So big. I look into your eyes as I lower. Dripping down your shaft, to your balls, and finally puddling onto the sheets. To the base. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Filling me so completely, I feel every ridge, every throb. We pause there, bodies locked, breaths mingling hot and heavy. Then movement, slow rolls of my hips at first, grinding deep, your pubic bone hitting my clit with each circle. Building speed, hips snapping harder, skin slapping skin, your groans mixing with my moans.
Your mouth on my neck, biting down as I grind my pussy up and down your cock. “Faster.” I stare into your eyes, using your chest for leverage. Bead of sweat on my forehead, but focused on you. Focused on us. Focused on your cock stretching my pussy.
I’m lost now, fingers frantic inside me, palm grinding my clit, chasing that peak. The fantasy peaks with you, your body tensing, muscles corded, that deep growl as you get ready to release hard inside me, pulsing hot and deep.
“That’s it, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Right there. Oh baby, I’m gonna cum,” I cry. Thoughts of your cock pulsating deep in my pussy as you thrust up, your moans intoxicating as I feel it swell. My walls clenching, everything so tense, so tight, pushing us both closer. I grind down, feeling your warm spurts. “GOD,” I moan.
It pushes me over, clenching hard around my fingers, squirting warmth around them as the sheets become soaked, body arching off the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably. I cry out, real and loud in the empty room, wave after wave ripping through me until I’m spent, panting, sticky sweat cooling on my skin.
But even then, as I lie here trembling, hand still cupped between my legs feeling the aftershocks, the craving doesn’t fade. Your body haunts me….. every muscle, every taste, every sound. God, I need you here for real, to tease until we both break.
Come over. Make me show you how bad I want you. How bad I fucking need you.
