There is a full length mirror against the wall at the end of the bed. You stand in front of it facing it. I am behind you and we are looking at our reflections. Actually we are looking at yours mostly. Your arms hang loosely by your sides. My hands are on your shoulders and my head is beside yours so I can whisper in your ear if I want. The dress you are wearing has a row of buttons down the front almost to your waist. You lean back against me as my hands start to move up and down your arms, lightly caressing your skin and shoulders. I whisper in your ear, "How was your day? I missed you so much and thought about you constantly."
"It was okay. I'm glad to be home. I missed you, too."
I kiss your neck. You stiffen slightly from the excitement you feel and immediately relax. A jolt of pleasure runs from your neck where my lips touched it down through the center of your body. "I have been waiting for this all day," I tell you. "I couldn't wait for you to get home so I could touch you and smell you." You smile and tilt your head to one side, offering your neck to me, wanting me to kiss it more.
"For me? Why thank you," I say. I oblige and kiss my way up and down the side of your neck. Your eyes half close as the warmth of my lips and my breath soothe you and begin to relax you.
"Mmmmm. That feels wonderful," you whisper. "You have exactly 45 minutes to stop that," you say with a slight smirk.
"I don't think that is going to be long enough. What happens if I take longer?"
"I guess we will have to find out."
I begin to rub your shoulders. I feel the tension of the day melt away as you sigh and moan slightly at my touch. "Does that feel good, Baby?"
"No, it feels great. Keep that up."
"As you wish, my queen." I squeeze and knead your muscles in your shoulders and neck, alternating my grip between firm and gentle. Goose bumps appear on your arms as I massage your shoulders and upper back. I slowly slide my fingers over the top of your shoulders and down your chest a little way, rubbing and stroking your skin above the neckline of your dress. I move my fingers a little farther down the front of your chest and begin to unbutton the dress.
"Are you getting fresh Mister?" you tease.
"Not at all. I am merely moving this constricting material in order to more efficiently perform the function I am here to perform at this particular time. Don't worry, Ma'am. You are in the hands of a trained professional."
You smile and lean back against me more as you watch my hands unbutton your dress one button at a time. I slowly work my way down the front pretending to fumble with each button to prolong the suspense and tease you somewhat. I pull the material of the dress open and look at your chest and stomach. You are wearing a white lacy bra. Your nipples stand at attention when I get your dress open. I look into the mirror at you.
"You are so beautiful. And you are wearing my favorite bra." I trace the lace pattern ever so lightly with the tip of my finger. You tremble at my touch and your breathing becomes slightly deeper and somewhat ragged as your excitement builds.
"I love the way your body looks," I say. "Why don't I get this dress out of the way for a minute so I can see all of you?"
"If you insist."
"Oh, I insist."
I take the dress off your shoulders and slide it down your body. It falls around your feet and you step out of it and move it out of the way with your foot. You are standing in front of the mirror wearing only your bra and lace panties.
"Are those new panties?" I ask. "I don't believe I have ever seen them. I really like how they look on you."
"I got them this weekend. I thought you might like them. Wanna see how they look off me?"
"In a few minutes. I want to savor this moment. You look so sexy right now. I am taking a mental picture and making copies."
You giggle slightly at my joke. I begin lightly tickling your skin with my fingertips as I move them all over your exposed skin. You giggle again and wiggle slightly when I touch the more sensitive areas. I kiss you on the neck again and work my way down onto your shoulder. I kiss my way down your shoulder and back up to your neck. You moan as I do and I feel you start to melt under my touch and kisses.
"This silly old bra strap is in my way. I can't properly kiss your shoulders if it is in my way."
"We can't have that. Maybe you should take it off."
"Great idea." I unhook the clasp on your bra. I slip the straps off your shoulders and slowly peel it off you inch by inch as we both stare into the mirror. When the cool air hits your nipples, they pucker and harden even more. I let the bra drop to the ground.
"Oh my God. You look so incredible. I am not going to be able to keep my hands off you now. You realize that, don't you?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Your voice is hushed. Your breasts are heaving as your breathing becomes more shallow and urgent. My hands move up your waist around the front of your stomach and up to your breasts. I cup one in each hand and squeeze gently. A small moan escapes your lips as you close your eyes and surrender to my touch. I squeeze and caress your breasts. My thumbs strum your nipples as I massage them.
"How does that feel?"
"Amazing." You can barely say the word as you lean back into me more. You wriggle your ass against me. I look into the mirror and the sight in front of me instantly arouses me. You feel me growing hard against your ass. This makes you grind into me harder. I turn you around and wrap my arms around you and pull you close to me. You tilt your head up to me and look into my eyes.
"I want to make love to you right now," you say. "I need you right now."
"I thought you'd never ask." I move my arm behind your legs and sweep you into my arms in one fluid motion. You gasp as I effortlessly pick you up and begin walking to the bed with you. I lay you down on the bed and step back so I can look at you.
"What are you looking at? And what are you waiting for?"
"I want this moment to last. I want to remember every curve, every contour of your body. I want all my senses to enjoy this moment. Each smell, each taste, each touch, each sound, each image. I want them all to last forever."