The bed feels deliciously cool as I slip under the cover, my whole body warm from the shower. I can smell the delicate perfume of the shower gel, his favourite one. Won’t be long now. His late shift always finishes on time. Already I feel the tingle between my legs. Surly a little stroke won’t hurt. Mind you only a gentle one, don’t want to cum before he gets home. Already texted him to say I was tired and having an early night.
I see the headlights sweep over the ceiling as he comes up the drive. The click of his key in the lock, his soft footsteps on the stairs. The sound of his breath as he tiptoes into the bedroom.
Through half-closed eyes I watch him undress and head for the en suite shower room. The sound of the water running and his soft humming voice as he washes away the day.
I roll onto my side so I will be facing away from his side of the bed. My hand casually thrown over my waist, fingers secretly stroking my throbbing clit. Already I can feel the ache inside my pussy, the need for his hard cock. I know my juices are starting to flow.
My senses are on full alert. I don’t want to miss the slightest sensation of what I know will soon be happening.
I can see the shower room door in the wardrobe mirror. I see him come back into the bedroom and in the dim light watch him standing beside the bed. He is gently stroking his hard seven-inch cock as he studies my supposedly sleeping body covered only in a thin sheet.
I feel the sheet lifted as he slides quietly into bed. A soft kiss lands between my shoulder blades. “Goodnight love, pleasant dreams,” he whispers.
I make no movement but my whole body tingles in anticipation.
For a full minute, he is still. I know he is stroking his cock as he inhales my perfume.
With a feather-light movement, I feel the sheet lifted for my body and know he is studying my shape. The angle of my shoulder, the roundness of my naked bottom. I know what he will find when his fingers explore between my legs.
I can’t help giving a slight shudder as his hand caresses my bottom and his fingers slide down between my arse cheeks. His movements are agonizingly slow as his fingers trace a path from my arsehole to my cunt and back several times. Each time transferring a little more of my juices between the two holes.
Part of me wants to grab his cock and guide it to either hole and enjoy a full-blown hard and fast fuck, but another part, the part that wanted to play the game, stops me.
I bite my lip as he slides first one then two fingers into my creamy cunt. In and out he slides them, finger fucking me in a way he has done a hundred times before.
Several times he withdraws his fingers completely. I know he is transferring my juice to his cock. There would be no fast push into me tonight. Tonight is all about a soft, stolen fuck for him.
To increase the tension I pretend to stir in my sleep, smiling to myself as I feel his fingers stop mid-stroke to allow me to settle back into my sleep.
I always love the feel of the first touch of his cock head probing between my cunt lips. With agonizing slowness, he works himself into my body. Like a living thing detached from his body, his cock worms its way deeper and deeper inside me. Each slow thrust a little further in, until he is buried fully in my welcoming pussy.
I allow my muscles to softly milk his hard cock. An automatic response he thinks to the invader inside me. I know it is taking him all his willpower not to ram his cock in and out to achieve his so needed climax. This is me teasing him to the point of no return.
I hear his breathing quicken, his grip on my hip is stronger. The familiar pulsing of his cock increases. I know his climax is close. My fingers stroke my clit in time with his thrusts. I know how to time my silent orgasm to his.
He can’t stifle a groan as he pours his load into my body. I love that warm explosion in my willing cunt. Jet after jet flows in me. I can feel the mixture of his spunk and my juices running out of me and over legs.
Our lust sated, he lays still behind me. Slowly I feel his cock soften and slip from me. I smile as I feel him gently wipe my used and dripping pussy with tissues. I wonder if he is fooled by my pretence of sleep. Or is it just a game we play?
