She awakes slowly as the light filters its way through her bedroom curtains. It must be morning but her body still wants to sleep. As her mind clears and begins to focus she remembers that she will see him today. This thought arouses her immediately. She feels that warmth growing in her groin and a wry smile curls across her lips. It has been so long since she has been satisfied sexually and she is so hungry for him now. She knows he will pleasure her.
Unravelling herself from the warm duvet and the crumpled cover she exposes her naked body to the crisp morning air which has already filled the room. She swoons, again, at the thought of him being here with her later and feels her aching pussy begin to twitch in anticipation. She wants to watch him, stroke him, arouse him, torment him and feel him inside her. She would have him now if he were here. But she will have to wait.
Allowing her knees to fall apart she lazily strokes her soft hands over her body. Still not quite fully awake she relishes the touch of her own fingers as they find her soft breasts and hardening nipples. She wants him to suckle on her breasts tonight. She aches to feel his breath on her skin again, his tongue and lips working so gently around her nipples. Again she smiles her naughty wry smile. She wants him; that much is certain.
Her right hand moves down her body slowly across her stomach and finds her mound. Her fingers circle here for a few seconds almost daring her to play further but teasing as if she will not let her own hand wander. She recalls their last contact, his sighs, groans, and tormented begging. She knows he will ache for her. She drifts; her thoughts arousing her. She will have him tonight. She MUST have him tonight.
Her long, agile fingers move onwards finding the edges of her inner labia which are just protruding past her fleshier and softer outer labia. She purrs as she feels the sensation between her finger tips and pussy. She just adores touching herself. If only he knew that she touched herself in this way while she was thinking of him. She must tell him. It will torment him even more. He knows how much she likes to touch herself; she has made him watch in the past.
Her warm pussy begins to stir at the touch of her fingers and her mind wanders thinking about his mouth, body, hands and wonderful cock; all hers; all responding to her. If only he were here to kiss her deeply now while she was about to pleasure herself. She knows it would turn him on if he watched her. It would turn her on too if he were here, right now, watching her.
A finger slides between her slit and begins to stroke inside her long inner labia finding warmth and a growing wetness. She purrs again. She loves to feel her cunt become wet and she sweeps some of her juices up and over her clitoris. Oh, so sensitive! She flinches at her own touch. Her mind wanders further. She remembers the time she made him sit across her room, unable to touch, forced to watch her, knowing how hot she looked. She will have him tonight. He will be her slut.
She continues, sliding her sensual fingers in-between her labia along her wet and pulsing gash. She imagines demanding his tongue there now, mixed with her fingers. She loves torturing him that way. She adores touching herself while he is working on her too. She knows it arouses him, teases him, and torments him. She knows he finds her control and power so exciting. She knows his cock twitches at the mere thought of her. He tries to hide it from her but she reads him far too well. She knows he wants her.