She is on all fours, her back arched, legs apart, naked on the soft bed. Her heart is pounding so hard, she thinks it might explode. He is standing behind her, so close she can hear his soft breaths and feel his body heat on her bare thighs. But he is not touching her, at least not yet, possibly not for a long time. Through their ShareLink she follows his gaze as he slowly travels along her body looking at her bare back, her buttocks, her exposed anus. He lingers on her obviously excited vulva. Visions of him touching her, entering her, taking her, are flooding his mind, and through the ShareLink hers, and she can feel his penis grow and harden with his arousal.
He loves to play with anticipation, and he is a master of it, which is why she is so aroused in the first place. He will make them wait and wait, and it will all be worth it.
Watching her vulva intently, he imagines licking it, tasting her salty-sweet juices, the texture of her labia, the heat of her vagina at the tip of his tongue. Simultaneously she imagines the feeling of his tongue on her, and she can hardly breath with the increased arousal. She moans and her breath hardens, her already pounding heart racing. Her pussy floods with juices at the image. He breathes heavily and she can see a drop of precum forming at the tip of his penis. He is standing so close to her that his hard penis is between her legs and she imagines lowering herself on it, massaging it with her hot wet pussy. He moans at the thought and his penis twitches, trying to close the gap. She wants to do that so much, to feel him for real, but she knows he will not allow it. He will take her, but he will do it when and how he pleases. And this is turning her on even more than she likes to admit.