I look over to you as I walk into the bedroom. You lay in the bed reading; red glasses propped up on the tip of your nose. You glance over to me, as I unbutton my jeans, and lick your lips. "Does it turn you on, watching me undress?" I ask accusingly. You smirk and look back to your book. "How about if I do it more slowly" I ask, grabbing your attention again. I draw my t-shirt up over my torso and toss it to the ground, watching you the whole time. I then thrust my hands down my jeans, pulling them down in the process, leaving only my boxers. "Would you like me to take these off as well?" I ask presumptuously. You smirk again, feeling the wetness between your legs growing. The look tells me all I need to know; I put my hands under my boxers, thumbs hooked over the outside, and slowly slide them down my legs, revealing myself completely.
I pull back the sheets from my side of the bed, revealing a sliver of your body as I climb underneath. You are wearing a small cotton pyjama top and briefs. I slide over to you and push the full length of my body against yours. "I guess you want me to return the favour then?" you ask cheekily, pretending to be put out. You then lean towards me, place your hand on my face to draw me in closer and kiss me full on the lips. I let out a very soft groan, which makes you smile and encourages you to gently lick my upper lip, inviting me in. I open my mouth and thrust my tongue out to meet yours. Our tongues entwine and twist together lustfully as I slide my hand up your thigh to rest it on your stomach. You run your hands down my chest and grab my bum to pull me tighter as we flick our tongues against each other's. We become lost in each other's touch, our hot breath mixing, rubbing hands over whatever we can reach. When you feel me growing hard against your groin, you place your hands on my chest to gently push me away and slide out of the bed.
I love the way you can completely distract me from what I'm doing in a split second. Before I know what has happened I somehow find myself out of bed and putting on a little show for you. I don't really know what I'm doing but I can see you're enjoying it. I just imagine all the things you are going to do to me once I lay myself back down beside you. It gives me confidence, somehow. I want you to hold my body close and feel your mouth on my skin; to make me gasp and swoon. One look from you takes away all of my doubt and hang-ups and lets me just be me.
You look gorgeous standing before me, head-to-toe; your face clear and rosy cheeked. Your plump lips, firm breasts and slim body all make me crazy for you as I watch. You look upon me lovingly as you run your fingertips up your thighs and then slide your hands up across your stomach, pulling your top with them and lifting it over your head. Your breasts bounce playfully as they are released from the fabric. Your long dark hair is now draped down over your shoulders and onto your chest, partially concealing your hard, pink nipples. "You look incredible!" I exclaim.
You blush and shake your head, "I can't do it in a sexy way" you explain. I then instruct you, and you do as I ask. "Turn around... Put your hands down the back of your pants... OK, now slide them down your legs". You reveal your soft, round bum to me as you bend over. "OK, now pull them all the way down to your feet." You giggle as you do exactly as I say, opening your legs slightly to show me all of yourself.
I can't help but lay open mouthed in the bed watching your little show; it is such a turn-on when you act confident and sexy. I then slide over to you and place my feet on the floor either side of your body. I explore your behind with my hands and mouth and you let out a sigh, placing your hands on the facing wall to steady yourself as you bend over for me. You open your legs wider as I slide my hands up and down between your thighs, teasingly diverting along the edge of your bum and away from where you want my fingers to be. Just as you become impatient, I grab your cheeks and gently pull them apart as I slide my tongue slowly along your mound. I barely make contact, but it is enough for you to let out a groan of relief and pleasure.