It is late afternoon with the sun creeping across the floorboards, when I hear your key in the door. I walk eagerly towards the open door from the lounge room to the hallway to welcome you.
I am standing in the doorway as you enter the hall .......and hear your low growl for the first time that day. "Tess, stand still and say nothing!"
Senses alert, I stand where you order. I wait for you......wondering if I have displeased you. I watch just your eyes. Your gaze starts to caress my body from the feet, rising to linger on my mound. Then it moves upwards to lock into my own. Holding me motionless with those eyes, you walk purposefully towards me.
As you step closer I close my eyes and breathe in your scent. You lean forward and kiss me so softly it is like a whisper against my lips.
My eyes flutter open as I lean forward desperate to kiss you longer, deeper, only to have you step behind me, away from my building need. Your hands move to grasp my arms. You raise one of my hands higher to place my palm on the door frame; the other you bring towards your lips and softly suck my ring finger. Slowly, you move it too until this palm also is resting on the doorframe.
Sliding your hands down to my waist you pull me back, telling me not to let go of the frame.
Your hands warm as they start to caress my belly under my t-shirt. You rub in soft round circles before moving up past my ribs.
You whisper, "Tess, I need to see you!"
My t-shirt is scraped upwards over my swollen nipples. Cool air dances across them. Then I feel your head lean forward onto my shoulder.
Your hot breath growls against my neck, "These are mine, Tess!"
Your finger reaches up and plays along the soft edges of my lips. They part and draw your finger inside, sucking softly over it. My tongue swirls desperately to hold you as you pull your finger out. You rub its wetness across my swollen nipple. Your fingers are entranced with my nipples which harden in response. Both hands start to tease, torment and pull at my nipples.
You growl again, "Mine, Tess!"
Gasping from the urgency of my rising desire, I push back aching to feel your hardness press against me from behind. When I realise you have stepped backwards, I start to whimper softly.
Again, you whisper, this time so close I feel the air tease my hair, "No movement girl." Your words stop my whimpering. You push my hips forward again with yours. When you withdraw yours, I am left with a bittersweet feeling of loss.
You reach around pressing your palm close against my skin. I feel my heat merge with yours as your hand slides inside my waistband.
You whisper against my ear, again, "Open your thighs, my girl."
My body reacts. My thighs part, trembling.
"Not wide enough, Tess," you growl as your hand moves between my thighs. Your jean-covered knee forces my thighs wider.
I feel my t-shirt high on my chest, feel my nipples aching with your last squeeze, feel my palms flat against the doorframe with my fingers gripping the wood.
When your fingers push against my slit, my knees lose their strength. Your fingers inside my slit support me. Hearing you unzipping me brings back my whimpers. Slowly, you tease the garment down my thighs, rubbing the material across my skin. My moans deepen as you grasp a leg to lift the garment away then release the other leg.
Your hands move back to again press against mine on the door frame. "No movement, my Tess!" Many heartbeats later, this pressure is released from my hands only to be applied to my nipples which are teased with soft long pulls.
These pulls become caresses as you move down my belly. My breathe catches as I feel the hard press of fingers between my thighs. My panties are pushed against my clit, held there for a beat, then released, only to be pushed hard against my clit again.
My body trembles when I hear an aroused whisper, "Tess, your panties are wet ......" Your thumbs slide under the band and pull them slowly down till they lie on the floor. Fingers reaches around, you part my lips and then pull at my clit. I can no longer control my whimpers. Shudders of desire ripple through my body.
"One day, Tess, I wish to dance with you like this, my hand pressing on MY clit. My fingers will give the only instructions you will receive as to what movement the dance will require, what steps would be needed as I draw you around inside my embrace.
With your finger held tightly against my clit, I can't help but to start pushing my hips to use your hard finger to fuel my arousal.
