I would descend from my car, switch on the torch of my phone and pray that this isn't the night that I would trip on a step and cause all kinds of commotion.
I would declare to him that his package had arrived on his doorstep, freshly showered and smelling of sweet lollies hoping to entice him for a taste. He would walk to the door to collect me in a sleepy haze. I would sneak in sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly and enter into his sanctuary.
In the four steps I would take before I reached his favourite spot, my shoes and cardigan would be off and I would jump into his bed before he could change his mind and banish me from the world he has created for himself.
My mind would drift in and out while staring into his beautiful big brown eyes, while he told me stories from the last few days. Most nights I was fully content being wrapped in his world, only knowing the surroundings of the four walls and staring at the beautiful ceiling above me, while he fixed my pillows and made sure that I was comfortable.
Some nights his face would turn and I knew that particular face when he craved my affection and I longed for him to kiss me and to touch my hair. He would kiss me like nothing else mattered.
Full of passion and sometimes leaving us both short of breath. He was obsessed with my breasts and would lavish as much attention on them as possible. He would stare at me while he pinched and bit my nipples, taking in my ecstatic gaze. My panties would be already dripping with delight, waiting for him to touch me as well as keep nibbling on my nipples.
