I see you sitting on your couch, relaxing after a long day at work. You're leaning back into the softness of the couch, your shirt open. You've got your eyes closed, half listening to something on television while absentmindedly running a hand back and forth over your chest. You don't notice that I'm there at first. You didn't expect me to come until much later in the week, but here I am, watching you. Slowly you come back down from your oblivious cloud, sensing the air has changed. It's charged with electric heat. I get so horny watching you touch yourself. I want to touch you. Now.
You open your eyes and see me sitting across from you on the edge of the recliner, stroking my thigh with my hand. You smile as you see me, and I can tell from the look in your eyes that you need what I want to give you as much as I need to give it.
Slowly, I stand, not making a sound and stroll over to you. You stand as I get there, putting your arm around my waist. I slide my hands around your neck, letting them meet on the nape of your neck and pull you closer. Our lips touch and I open my mouth, awaiting your tongue. You slide it in, casually seeking out mine. When you discover it, you become hungrier. Your lazy strokes become slightly rougher caresses.
Before you get too into kissing, I break free from your mouth, and make my way to your ear, trailing light playful kisses along your cheek. I trace the outer edge of your ear with my tongue, before licking your earlobe and taking it between my teeth and tugging gently. I continue, making my way down your neck kissing, sucking, and biting my way to your collarbone. I place a finger where your shirt opens, and slowly push it back, just a little, tracing your collarbone with my tongue. First the left side, then the right, following that. I move your shirt farther back and you shrug it off as my lips lightly skim your shoulder.