I sit back on the couch after pouring our wine, waiting for you to finish changing so we can cuddle and start the movie. When you emerge, damp-haired, fragrant, bare-legged, and beautiful, I catch myself open-mouthed as my eyes devour you. Your sweater, cozy and soft, falls barely past your hips; as you move, I catch glimpses of your skimpy, low-cut panties. Do I detect a glint of mischief in your sunny smile as you curl up with me?
The movie starts, but it doesn't take long for me to lose focus. Of its own volition, my hand softly pets and caresses your silky thigh and hip under the blanket. Without a word, eyes on the screen, you lean back more deeply into me. I know you can feel me getting hard against you, but you give no sign. My fingers trace your skin along the very front of your waistband, as if I'm going to slip them into your panties...but I never quite do it. Your breath quickens against me; the softest of moans escapes you, betraying your feigned coyness as I tease you.
"Can we pause the movβ"
"I thought you'd never ask."
You take my hand in both of yours, give it a lingering kiss, and lead me to the bedroom. Before you can execute your next move, I am on my knees in front of you. I slip my fingers through your waistband on each side, pulling it away from your body as if to start sliding your panties down...but instead I softly stroke your hips and ass, and begin gently kissing and biting at your pussy through the fabric. You toss your head back with a moan, your hands in my hair. I want to go slowly, but I can't handle my own teasing. Unable to resist, breathing heavily, I slide your panties down to your ankles, grab your ass with both hands, and shove your pussy into my mouth.
You taste like an angel. Like perfection. I drink in your scent, your wetness, with hungry licks and sucks.