I lay waiting on my bed, halfway drifting off, waiting for my lover to walk into the room. Finally, I hear the door latch snick. My pussy immediately starts to get slick, getting ready for all that he'll do to it. I hope.
It's dark in my room, lit only by candlelight, but I know he can easily see my pale body against the soft, dark sheets. Without a word, he leans over me on the bed and gently rolls me to my side, facing away from him.
My pussy clenches in desire.
I feel his hand stroke my shoulder and his fingertips graze first the tops of my breasts, then cup the undersides, as he begins to nip and lick my "spot" where my neck meets my shoulder - eliciting goosebumps and moans I am unable to hold back. My hips begin to push back against him, seeking his cock, and my nipples pebble into hard little points.
Finally, his hand nears my aching pussy. I arch toward him, wanting to feel some part of him inside me. He dips just one finger in, feels just how wet I am, and utters his first words of the night.
"Ah, my dirty little slut. You've been playing in that pussy without me, haven't you?" he growls in my ear.
His rough voice reverberating in my ear makes my body clench in anticipation and I start to push my ass back at him again, seeking relief.
