I’ve been thinking of you all day… every move you make, every smile that plays on your lips… it has me aching for you. My body craves your touch, my mind imagines what it would be like to have you inside me once more… and as the day has dragged on, it’s become unbearable. I’ve been so wet just thinking about you.
I begin by standing at the edge of the bed, letting my gaze trail over your body. Your muscles tense beneath the fabric of your shirt, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaits us. I reach up slowly, tracing my fingers along the exposed skin of your chest, feeling the warmth and the strength that lies beneath.
I unbutton your shirt one at a time, savoring each moment as more of your skin is revealed to me. The soft rustle of fabric against fabric is the only sound in the room, heightening the tension between us. I lean down to press my lips against your chest, letting my tongue dart out to taste the salt of your sweat.
My hands move lower, tracing the outline of your muscles as I unbutton your pants. Each movement is deliberate, calculated to drive you wild. I can see the desire in your eyes, reflected back at me… and it fuels my own hunger.
I take my time as I slide your pants down your thighs, inch by excruciating inch. I can’t resist the urge to trace my fingers along the hardness that strains against your underwear. You moan softly, a sound that sends a thrill of excitement through me.
Finally, I reach the edge of your boxers, and I pause. My gaze locks with yours, daring you to beg… but I know you’re too proud for that.
“Are you ready for me?” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “Are you ready to let me take care of you?”
I see the hunger in your eyes as you nod, and I know you’re mine to command. My fingers slip beneath the waistband of your boxers, teasing the sensitive skin of your thighs. You gasp softly, a sound that sends a wave of pleasure through me.
I slide your boxers down slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, leaving your cock free and throbbing in front of me. I can’t resist the urge to trace my fingers along its length, feeling the heat and hardness that radiates from it.
“You’re so hard for me,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust. “I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel… to have you inside me.”
My hands wrap around your cock, stroking it slowly and deliberately. You let out a soft moan, your hips bucking against my touch.
“Just relax,” I whisper, my lips trailing along the length of your shaft. “Let me take care of you.”
I lean closer, my mouth inches away from your throbbing cock. I can almost taste the desire that radiates from you, and it drives me wild. My tongue darts out, tracing the tip of your cock before I lean in even further…
I take you into my mouth slowly, feeling the heat and hardness against my tongue. It’s like a dream come true, having you in my mouth like this. I let my tongue dance around the sensitive head of your cock, tasting the salty sweetness that makes my own body throb with need.
I pull away slowly, leaving a trail of spit that glistens in the dim light. My hand moves to take over where my mouth left off, stroking you slowly and deliberately. I can feel your hips bucking against me, seeking more of the pleasure that I’m giving you.
“That’s it… let go,” I whisper, my voice thick with lust. “Let me make you feel so good…”
I begin to undress. Slowly, deliberately, I unbutton each of the buttons on my blouse, letting it slide down my body to pool at my feet.
The lace of my bra is revealed, teasing you with the promise of what lies beneath. My fingers trace the edge of it, taunting you with the thought of what’s about to be revealed.
I hook the strap of my bra behind my back and slide it down, letting it fall away to reveal my breasts. They’re pale, perfect… just begging to be touched.
My hands move to the edge of my skirt, teasing the fabric as I let it slide down inch by inch. The feeling of your eyes on me is intoxicating, making me wetter with each passing second.
Finally, I step out of my skirt, leaving me standing before you in nothing but a pair of sheer stockings and the most daring of lace panties.
I let my hands travel down my body, tracing the curve of my hips and the heat that radiates from between my legs. I know what you want… what we both want.
I turn slowly, letting you drink in the sight of me. My back is arched, my ass lifted in invitation… and you can’t resist.
I let my hands move to the edge of my panties, tracing the delicate lace as I slide them down inch by tantalizing inch. You can see the heat that radiates from between my legs, the wetness that has pooled there in anticipation of what’s about to come.
Finally, I step out of my panties and let them fall away, leaving me completely exposed to you. I bend forward, my hands resting on the bed as I present myself to you.
“Touch me,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “I want you… inside me…”
I can’t contain my moans as you tease me with just the tip of your cock, sliding it against my wet, swollen lips. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through my body that I can hardly control.
“Please…” I gasp, my voice thick with desire. “I need more… I need all of you…”
I thrust back against you, begging for more of the pleasure that you’re so skillfully teasing from me. Your hands grip me tighter, pulling me closer as you finally give me what I’ve been craving.
Your cock slides into me slowly, filling me with a pleasure that makes my whole body shake with need. We move together in perfect rhythm, our bodies moving as if they were made for each other… and I can barely contain the moans of pleasure that escape my lips.
“Yes…” I whisper, my voice thick with lust. “Just like that… fuck me…”
I can feel your balls pressing against me, the sensation driving me wild. Your thrusts are perfect, just enough to make me cry out in pleasure but not so hard that it hurts.
Every movement of our bodies is like a dance, our movements perfectly in sync as we move together towards the peak of our desire. I can feel the tension building within me, the pleasure growing with every thrust until it’s almost too much to bear.
“Yes… fuck me…” I moan, my voice thick with need. “I need you… I want your seed… inside me…”
And then it happens, the moment we’ve been building towards. My body explodes in waves of pleasure, my moans turning into desperate gasps as I reach the height of my climax.
“Yes… yes… yes…” I chant, lost in the sensation of your cock filling me with the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever known.
I lean over, my lips brushing against your skin as I trace the curve of your body with my tongue. The taste of our shared pleasure lingers on your skin, intoxicating and sweet.
I take your cock into my mouth, letting it slide against my tongue as I suck gently. Your moans fill the room, a sound that drives me wild as I let my tongue dance around the sensitive head of your cock.
I can taste myself on you, the remnants of my climax mingling with your own desire. It’s a flavor that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me crave more.
I can hardly breathe, the intensity of my own climax still washing over me. But even as I cling to that shattered edge of pleasure, I remember…
I don’t want this to end. I want to bring you to the same peak, to share this moment with you as we both lose ourselves in the heat of our desire.
I let my hands move back to your cock, stroking it slowly as I take it into my mouth once more. My tongue dances around the sensitive head, tasting the sweetness of our shared pleasure and the promise of what’s still to come.
I can feel your body trembling beneath me, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. And still, I hold back… teasing you with the taste of my own release, leaving just enough to keep you wanting more.
But then, something changes. Your movements grow more urgent, your breaths coming faster as you pull me closer. I can see it in your eyes… the desperate need that is driving us both towards the edge.
“Yes…” I whisper, my voice thick with lust. “Let go… let me take you there…”
And so we fall, tumbling into the abyss of pleasure that has been waiting for us since the beginning. I can feel your release flood my mouth, the sweet taste of your desire mingling with mine as we finally reach that moment we’ve been building towards.
“Yes…” I moan, lost in the waves of pleasure that wash over me. “Yes… fuck… yes…”
And then it’s over… or at least, for now. We lay there, panting and trembling in the aftermath of our climax, our bodies still connected as we try to catch our breath.
But even as the heat of our desire begins to fade, I know that this isn’t the end. Because no matter how many times we’ve been here before, no matter how many orgasms we’ve shared, there will always be more…
And I can’t wait to find out what comes next.
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