The day was dragging on, for the both of them. It was only 12pm but it felt like it should've been later.
She made her way over to the couch where her partner was sitting watching television. He smiled at her and turned his attention back to the screen.
She surveyed his physical form as she did quite often, he was tall, tanned with dark hair and had fantastic cheek bones.
She thanked a god she didn't believe in that he was wearing the one shirt that was slightly too tight.
His upper arm muscles were wrapped so snug by the fabric...and it was low cut so she had the pleasure of getting a nice view of some chest hair as well, thick, dark and oh so masculine.
"Would you like a drink" she asked him, smiling.
He turned away from the television to face her.
"A glass of water would be good"
He flashed her his ever so charming smile and she melted a little inside.
"Be right back" she blew him a kiss and he caught it chuckling.
He knew she had been watching him, no absorbing him for the past few minutes. It was a hobby of hers and it always lit a fire in him, whether it be in his heart or his loins, it never mattered to him. She was perfect, in every possible way, for him.
Her sweet face with sparkling brown eyes, her curvy figure and her kindness, were just some of many reasons why he loved, adored and lusted for her everyday.
She returned with a glass of water, outstretching her hand. He took the glass from her, noticing her recently painted fingernails before turning back to the tv. It didn't bother him that she wasn't sitting particularly close, he knew she had a better position to watch him from where she was. And he would not disappoint her.
"Is this boring you? Would you like to watch something else?" He asked.
"Oh..um, not its fine" she blushed, she wasn't paying attention to what was on tv.
"Alright"
He leaned back into the couch, placing his arms behind his head and parting his legs wide. Man spreading. It always irritated her when men did it on the train but when he did it, it looked hot. Very hot.
She watched as he suddenly made for the glass of water she had gotten for him, he raised the glass to his mouth slowly, just letting the edge touch his lips.
She swallowed hard.
A droplet of water travelled down over his bottom lip, his chin, his neck...and then down underneath his shirt. She very much wanted to trace that path with her tongue.
He took three large gulps of the water, swallowing loudly as he did so. The noises as well as the nice view of his neck and Adams apple...added to her arousal.
He placed the glass down and turned to her.
"Why don't you come sit next to me" he said smiling kindly at her.
She scooted over on the couch until her arm made contact with his. He put his arm around her and began making circles with his thumb on her shoulder. She made a contented sigh and he began to speak.
"Sit on my lap" he said after a minute, it sounded almost like a command. It took her by surprise and she blushed. Though they had been intimate many times and she was not at all by any means a virgin. He had recently figured out something that she enjoyed...a lot. And had been practising using it the past few weeks.
She did as she was told and sat in his lap, her legs folded either side of him. He left one hand at his side and the other he placed on her waist before moving it where he liked. He stroked her stomach before moving up to her chest where he could see two hardened nipples covered only by a thin layer of fabric, it made him excited.
He quickly passed a couple of fingers over one of the nipples and heard her breath quicken. She was very, very aroused and he wanted her desperately.
"Take off your shirt for me" he said in a low commanding tone, just the way she liked it. The words sent further arousal to her womanhood and she moaned softly.
"Remove your shirt" he repeated. Not unkindly, just so she remembered not to get too distracted. If she wanted him to do this he would, but he wouldn't do it half way.
She did as she was told and slowly removed her shirt, her breasts unveiling before his lust filled eyes.
"Touch your nipples"
She moaned at his words and began to do just that, she pinched at them, twisted them and stroked them until she was moaning and writhing in his lap.
He groaned when he felt her move against his erection, she always felt so good to him.
"Mmm, does that feel good" he stared up at her in awe as she pleasured her nipples.
"Yes!" She gasped out.
"Get on your knees for me beautiful" he said to her.
She quickly made her way off his lap and onto the floor. He unzipped his jeans slowly in front of her...agonisingly slowly.
"Please" she breathed out when she couldn't take another moment, she was extremely aroused and needed him so badly.
He grinned at her and slid the jeans onto the floor, she realised that, he wasn't wearing anything underneath. His erection sprung free, large and beautiful. She wanted to worship it with her mouth and tongue, to worship him.
