She closes up the book she had been reading and lays it on the nearby table. She leans over the arm of the couch to twist the knob a few times to turn off the lamp.
She gathers up her robe, which had fallen open around her, and cinches the sash tight around her waist.
Stifling a yawn, she heads up the stairs to their bedroom. She stops in the doorway, leans against the doorframe, and tilts her head to watch him.
He is fast asleep and is semi curled up on his side. His chest is bare and uncovered. The bed sheet is only covering the bottom half of his body.
Even asleep his cock is semi-hard and is pushing against the sheet, which covers it.
She unknowingly parts her lips and rims them with her tongue. Her stomach knots in wanting. She realizes she is hungry, but not for food.
She loves it when he fucks her.
He'd begin with his fingers. He would playfully and teasingly brush them along her already wet slit. He'd then press them against the smooth bare folds of skin, parting them with his thick digits, moving them upwards, till he found her clit. He'd lightly circle it as she wiggled and writhed on the bed next to him.
He knew at times she was so horny and turned by his teasing, all she really just wanted him to do is move those fingers downwards and plunge them hard and quick into her sopping cunt.
She had even grabbed his wrist in utter desperation a few times in a futile attempt to force his hand downwards towards the direction of her aching cunt.
He would never relent though, not this early in their foreplay. He loved to tease and torture her too much. .
She also guessed he loved to watch her eyes turn from the light ice blue to the pleading dark blue lusty ones.
He had even upped the anti the last time they had been together by whispering naughty images of what he was going to do to her in her ear and what he'd like to do to her, which of course made her cunt clench and get even more wet. He had a way of making her entire body ache, crave, and desire to be taken.
He would eventually move his hand down her wet slick slit. Slowly insert a finger or two into her pussy. At times, he would just hold them there for a second or two. Watch her eyes close and her body arch off the bed. He could hear her breath catch in her throat. Feel her tight inner muscles clench around his fingers. It was at this point; he'd start to finger fuck her but only for a certain length of time. It was just long enough to get her right to that edge of cumming. He'd then withdraw his soaked digits. Allow her body to relax. Then of course, he'd start the entire agonizing process all over again.
He knew exactly how to get her right to that edge and stop. There was no way he could get any closer. He had become an expert at it. It drove her insane and he was well aware of it. He could and would tease her to the point where she wasn't able to think.
She wasn't one to beg, but after his continuous persistent assault, she didn't care anymore. She would finally relent and beg him to fuck her. She would tell him she wanted him badly and now. She would beg and plead for his cock.
He knew the end result of his torturous teasing.
She would cum so hard. She would gush and squirt. Her entire body would shudder maddeningly.
Yeah, he always knew what he was doing and she had to admit, he was pretty dam good at it too.
She blushed as she stood in the doorway. Recalling all the times he gotten her to that point. The naughty nasty words that would tumble out of her mouth as she begged and pleaded for his delicious cock to just finally fuck her.
Her face turned a deeper shade of red.
Her thoughts returned to his cock. She felt her insides warm. Her stomach tightened as the hunger to have his cock in her mouth started to take hold again.
She padded over to the bed, untying the robe, letting it fall open. She very carefully pulled away the sheet, exposing the rest of his body.
Rimming her lips again as her eyes settled between his thighs, she swallowed slowly, stifling the soft moan in her throat.
