Only a few moments have passed since I have gone upstairs to go and get changed out of my work clothes when you follow me into our bedroom to get your book from your bedside table.
But you walk in just in time to see me taking my clothes off, and all thoughts of your book go away when you see what underwear I have on: my red lacy bra with matching red lace French knickers...
And the realisation that I was wearing something so sexy underneath my sedate, prim and proper skirt suit when going to a business meeting created a sudden hunger in you and sparks of desire show in your eyes. It might have been fuelled by the fact that I was bent over picking something up from the floor when you walked in..? You certainly got an eyeful of my partially dressed body in a suggestive pose!
You cross the room, and I just stand there, letting you drink in the vision of me in red lacy underwear. You tell me I am gorgeous, that you love me and that you want me. This starts my arousal; I adore hearing that you want me. When you reach me, I can feel my skin react to your nearness... or else it is a reaction to the visible proof of your desire that is causing your trousers to bulge. You smile when you see the look on my face: it tells you I want you too, and love seeing you're aroused and showing your desire for me. It causes a corresponding heat in my body that I can feel all over.
You whisper my name, and I can feel my mouth going slack with the need for your arms around me and your lips on mine. You gently touch my lips with your finger, tracing the outline and caressing my jaw. Your lips follow your finger, and I feel your teeth nibble my bottom lip. Your tongue traces my lip, over my throat and down to the little hollow at the base of my throat. Straightening up, you look into my eyes, and all I can do is smile. I love you so much, and can't wait to feel more.
I don't have long to wait: your hands cup my face, and you kiss the tip of my nose and my eyes. Your hands then slide down my neck, caressing my throat as you move your fingers over my skin.
Feeling your breath on my skin gives me goose bumps, because I know it means there will be more pleasure to follow. The sensuous feeling of your hands trailing down the skin of my back is part of that pleasure. Not knowing where your hands are going to go next, or how much teasing and torturing - if any - you will do, is adding to the anticipation.
I enjoy seeing the look on your face that tells me you can feel me melt under your hands, that your loving me is making me both breathless and wobbly-kneed. This is a feeling you enjoy as much as I do!
Now that your hands have had their fill of my shoulders and upper back, they are making their way down to my breasts, slowly, ever so slowly. This is a delicious torture - for both of us, because I know you love playing with my nipples and my pussy. And I know that seeing the effect it has on me, is a turn-on for you.
You reach the edges of my red lacy bra, which reveals as much as it conceals. You love the matching red lacy knickers, as they give you easy access to my pussy. I am getting wet from the sensations of you stroking my skin and the anticipation of what will happen next. But you are not paying any attention to my pussy just yet. It seems you are intent on taking your time!
Your fingers are slowly making their way underneath the lace of my bra, and my nipples are eager to feel your touch. I have closed my eyes to better concentrate on the sensations and I am unconsciously holding my breath in anticipation. You then surprise me by scraping a fingernail along my nipple, causing it to harden and contract. This feels so good, and I can feel myself getting wetter. You are making it even better by suddenly pinching my nipples: you know how I much I like that. I can just hear the word "gorgeous" being whispered. This turns me on almost as much as the actual playing with my nipples.
You are normally so quiet when we play... but I love hearing your noises and whispers. Such a turn-on. I can't help it but my hands are straying to your belt, trying to pull your shirt out of your trousers. However you are pushing them away: "Not yet," you say, "not yet."
I can feel your hands on my waist, and then sliding along my hips: following my curves, and you tell me how sexy I am. I will never tire from hearing that! Your obvious love for me and my body definitely makes me feel sexy!
I want to reach around my back to undo my bra, but you are pushing my hands away, telling me again not to do anything and to just let you have your fill of me, and let you have your way with me.
One of your hands is sneaking back up to play with my breasts, and the other one is slowly and oh so casually stroking my buttocks. You are keeping your fingers on top of my knickers, and all my wriggling is not persuading you to slide your fingers underneath my knickers.. not yet anyway...
Your mouth is busy worrying my lips, you know how to turn me on by kissing me. Your fingers are pinching and twisting my nipples, and then your mouth trails back down my throat and makes it way to the edge of my bra. Your tongue follows the line of my bra for a few moments, teasing me more and at last your mouth now goes to find my nipple, with the intent of nibbling and sucking it to get even harder. I love having my nipples played with, and at times it can make me cum without you touching my pussy or my clit. Right now I am loving the added sensations of the wet fabric on my skin and they are adding to my rising excitement.
Your fingers finally are undoing my bra, and I am beginning to feel very weak in the knees. You push me towards the bed, and when I feel the edge at the back of my knees, you just gently push me back onto the bed. You drink in the sight of me, on the crisp white duvet, in my red lace French knickers, and with a blush of excitement on my face. I beg you to take of your shirt, so I can feel your skin, and you give in this time, and let me undo the buttons of your shirt. I eagerly caress all the skin I can reach, but you distract me by at the same time returning your attention to my breasts. You are starting on them in earnest now, and are licking around the whole of my breast making ever decreasing circles. My nipples are feeling tight and impatient; they want to feel your tongue on them! And at last you reach my nipple and let your tongue lash it and flick it and then suck it into your mouth really hard. I arch my back to give you more of my breast to suck on but you just move your head back. My pussy is really getting wet now, and I am having a hard time keeping my legs still.