I'm laying on my bed reading as I hear you open the back door. You say hello to my cat, I hear the lock click, and you venture into my room. I am fully aware of your presence, but don't acknowledge you, feigning a deeper interest in my book than I actually have. I guess I am still a little upset about you bailing on me last minute yesterday, even though you told me you were sorry. You drop your bag in the corner and wash your hands and face. I continue reading, hoping you will read my mind and give me a much needed massage, considering I am already laying on my stomach and have a strapless dress on. You still haven't said anything, as you creep up next to me and lightly kiss my shoulder, my neck, my earlobe. I continue reading, just waiting for you to get impatient.
"I said I was sorry" you say, and I continue ignoring you. I flip the page, unaware of the meaning of the words as they blur together on the page. I can't concentrate on anything when you are near me.
I rub the back of my neck, and you move as if you got the hint. However, as you straddle me, I notice you are facing the wrong direction when your hands begin to grope my ass, lightly massaging it and then increase the pressure. You run your hands down my thighs and slowly bring them back up, your fingertips caressing my skin. I can feel goose bumps rising as you do this a second time. I am still trying to maintain control of myself, as I turn another page.
"Reading that fast?" you say, and I know you are onto me. Still, I refocus on the words with little success. I feel you bend over, your breath hot against the fabric of my dress.
"Naughty girl" you say, as you pull up the hem and find no undergarments to block you on your path of blissful violation. I can already feel the heat building as my nipples tingle and my insides do flip-flops in anticipation. You lean down again, and I can hear you lick your lips, then your fingers as you run them over my pink lips, aiming for the little node of ecstasy.