It was dark. The TV was quietly playing the late night news in the background. "I can't take it anymore," she whispered on her cell. "You know I want you. You have no idea how much I wish you were here now."
That was all he needed to hear. He slammed his car door shut and strode purposively up to her front door. He had been sitting outside her cute little bungalow all evening. He wanted to know that she was ripe, that she was ready, that she really wanted him. His hand rose and, with two knuckles, he rapped on the door.
The sound pierced the midnight air and echoed throughout house. Her ears perked up at once and her eyes got big. She set down the phone on her bed stand and rose effortlessly to her feet. She adjusted her nighty, flipped her hair back in the mirror, and scurried quickly from the bedroom, down the stairs, to the front door.
Her heart was pounding as she peeked through the spy hole. Taking in his hulking silhouette on the porch, her mouth opened. He looked like a mountain cut into the moonlit sky. Her chest heaved, and her lips swelled. She tucked her necklace into her blouse and immediately swung open the door. There he stoodβhis mysterious face slightly hidden by the brim of his hat.
Before she had a chance to bring his shadowy frame into focus, he reached forward, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her with the kind of passion reserved for the heat of the night. Her eyes went from wide open to shut tight in an instant, and her hands, which were holding steady to the door and its post, went limp. He pressed her body inside the house.
Overwhelmed with emotion, she gasped, "What took you so long?"
He took her hands and lifted them to his lips. He looked into her eyes and breathed out in a low, determined voice, "I wanted to know that you were ready, truly ready."
A playful smile overcame them both. They laughed. Holding his hand, she led him up the stairs. At the top, the bedroom light beamed down the hall like a pathway to paradise. As they walked together toward the light, the two felt like they were becoming one.
She was light and airy in her stride. Earlier that evening, while talking with him on the phone, she had gone to the bathroom to look at her swollen lips in the mirror. When she touched them, her whole body felt warm and tingly. As they continued to chat, she rubbed her hands around her thighs. They were indeed soft, supple and clean-shaven. Her imagination went wild. What would happen if he were here with her? She grabbed her toothbrush and, while still having one leg cocked on the counter, she glanced over at the unlocked door. She continued talking on the phone as she repositioned herself over and over again, thinking how funny it would be if he would walk through and see her now. She felt awkwardly sexy, and giggled a lot.
But now, finally, he was here. His eyes were eagerly fixed her natural contours. The door opened to reveal plush comfort, disturbed only from a whole day of talking sensually with him on the phone. While she adjusted the blinds, he tested the bed, leaning back on its large pillow. He couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her sexy body taking tender care of their environment. She wore a form-enhancing blouse hanging just below cute pink panties. She was breathtaking!
She saw the look of desire in his eyes and how they fixed on her every moved, as if his world only consisted of her. She walked over to the bed and he sat up transfixed on her gaze. She ran her hand through his hair and insisted in a soft and sure voice, "Make love to me."
He raised her blouse slowly, kissing up her stomach and chest until he removed it completely. Each kiss was exactly what she needed and her body responded accordingly. She let out the cutest, almost imperceptible moans, to every touch of his lips.