I'm imagining my bed with you in it. You're dressed in some conservative yet totally hot sleepwear, perhaps a nightie of some kind. I still haven't changed my clothes from work, after a long day of wanting nothing more than to come home to my woman and scintillate her. So I'm looking (at least I hope so) particularly handsome in dress shoes and socks, perfectly pressed khakis and a white, button-down oxford.
I come into the room and smile at you. I stop at the door to remove my shoes and socks and make my way to you. I reach out both of my hands and you take them. I pull you to the end of the bed and off so you're standing in front of me. Without a word I dim the lights and strip you bare. The only words out of my mouth now are, "Lie on your stomach."
You're a little confused, but I give you a warm, sly grin and you do as you're told. Out of my pants pocket comes a bottle of scented massage oil. I straddle your hot ass, pour some oil into my hands, set the bottle on the nightstand and go to work.
Slowly, deliberately and with so much passion I work every tired muscle in your body. Your soft moans fill the air as all the tenseness and frustration leaves your body. Starting with your neck, down to your shoulders, back, butt, thighs, calves, feet...my hands are so warm and smooth. You're beginning to lose yourself in the sensation, your body moving out of reflex as you melt into my hands.
"Flip," I say. You respond. Back to work I go with the oil and my hands, kneading every inch of your body to release all that negative energy...temples, shoulders, arms, hands, (inner) thighs....when I think you've had enough I run my hands up and down the length of you, just letting my warmth seep into your body.
At this point I strip naked. I'm already heavily aroused and very...full. I pour a little bit of oil in your hands, just enough to rub on my chest, arms and abs. Your fingers trail down and grasp my manhood. In your heat you begin stroking me and fondling my balls. I close my eyes and arch my back into you, reveling in the feeling, but only for a moment, before I pull away. You look disappointed until I playfully shake my finger at you. Tonight, I'm running the show.
You slide back down to your back and I lay on top of you, my erect penis between us. I move my lips to yours about to kiss you, when at the last minute I move away, only trailing my tongue along your lips as I kiss down your cheek and to your neck, licking and sucking up and down, pausing only to smile at the way you moan and hold your mouth open in sensuous delight. I blow on your moist neck and feel you shiver in pleasure while I nibble on your earlobe. A moment goes by and I whisper softly, "How do you feel?" You let out and exasperated sigh and begin to excitedly say how much you want me in you until I put my hand over your mouth.
"This is just the beginning."
You look at me. I look at you. Now it's time to get serious.
I take the hand covering your mouth and graze my fingers down the other side of your neck, over your collarbone and up to your breast, where my fingers dance circles around your nipple, again and again, you wonder when I'll ever touch you, and it's just then I begin to tease it.
At the same time I move myself off your body so I'm kneeling aside you. I move my face over your other breast, repeating my performance with my tongue. This time I wait longer to take you into my mouth, and I'm rewarded with a sigh when I finally suck on you.
My other hand is led by my fingers, trailing along your stomach, down between your thighs, rubbing...as if I'm searching for something I've already found. By this time your moans are getting louder. They get louder still when I put my fingers inside of you, finding the spot that always drives you wild.
Your hands are everywhere as your pleasure increases exponentially. Grasping at my hands, my face, my erection...but you're not allowed to touch until I say so.
Soon I move my face over yours, and my other hand joins its partner, massaging your lips and rubbing your clit. I stare into your eyes with wild intensity as they widen with each touch of your most sensitive area. I begin teasing you for a kiss, nibbling your lips and licking your tongue, pulling away when you try to reach for my mouth. It's hard for me, too, but getting you riled up is the only thing I'm after.
At last neither of us can take it any more and amid your writhing around my fingers we share the most angrily passionate kiss. Our tongues are thrashing against one another as agony is released from one mouth to another. At the height of this moment I thrust my fingers deeply inside you and aggressively rub your clit, drawing the loudest moan yet. I pull away from your mouth and move directly down to your lap and start licking between your legs. You arch your back into me.
