"Do you want to be my toy tonight?"
I murmur the words as we lounge together on the couch, lazily snuggling. With my head resting against your chest, I hear the rhythm of your breathing alter. Or maybe I'm imagining it. My words were barely beyond a whisper, but I know you heard me. Your hand pauses from its pattern of gentle caresses down my back and you make a low hum. The tone of your voice holds both amusement and pleasure.
"Mmm, I'd like that," you admit. I pull myself up and out of your arms. As I rise from the couch, I take you by the hand, guiding you to your feet as well. My face is a bright smile and brighter blush. I slide my hand over your shirt, feeling from your shoulder all the way down to your waist. You are still, carefully waiting for what I'll do next. My fingers find the band of your jeans and I tug at them.
"Come on," I beckon. Turning to watch my own path, I guide you into the bedroom with a series of playful tugs. By the bed I stop and face you again. I'm flush and giddy from the daring that's giving me inspiration, but I hold on to my plan. I kiss you soft and slow, my hands moving across your shoulders to meet at your neck, caressing your nape as I hum against your lips. I lean away, dragging my hands over your shirt again and making a little frown.
"Take off your clothes." I say softly, with another blush and a smile. I step back and watch as you obey. My eyes take in the show as you undress for me. I don't like dealing with clothes. They always seem to get in the way at some point. You take your boxers off last, looking at me with a little smirk. We are standing there with you very much exposed while I'm still fully clothed.
I take a leisurely moment to ogle you, biting my lip a little. You're waiting again for instructions. As a toy should, really. It's an exciting idea. That you want to let me have this control. To give me the lead and see what happens.
"Lie down on the bed." You move over to the bed, lying down. You settle until you're comfortably positioned on your back. I consider how I want to proceed... I have a general goal but the way of getting there is not specific. I reach for the hem of my own shirt and lift it over my head, casting it aside with your discarded clothes.
"Hmm, put your hands behind your head." I continue undressing as you put your hands in their place. Now the show is yours, for the moment. With an unhurried pace, I slide my pants down and step out of them. Watching your expression, I pull my tank top up and away, exposing my bare tits.
"Mm," you hum and sigh as you get your turn to ogle me. I grin and bite my lip again, completing the process by stripping off my underwear.
"There, that's better," I remark. I move close to the bed, right up against it without getting in. I am very tempted to touch you... and I have the impression the feeling is mutual. Instead, I slide my palms up my own body, massaging along my sides and feeling up over my chest, squeezing my thighs together as I squeeze eagerly at my tits. I sigh a long and satisfied breath, seeing the effect that this little tease has on you. Your cock is getting hard for me and this obvious sign of arousal gives me tingles down to my clit.
"Getting turned on for me?" I ask playfully. You chuckle, but I see you flex your arms a little... you want to touch. Me? Yourself? Both? But you're resisting the urge to move. It's sexy and endearing at the same time.
"Very," you admit, and I grin wide.
"Good," I say in a sultry tone. Not even sure where that came from, I follow my instinct for what I'd like to do next. Climbing into bed, I straddle you at the waist, my skin getting goosebumps from the thrill. I'm positioned so that your cock is up against my ass. I lean forward, letting my tits press against your chest as I kiss you. The hardness of your erection rubbing between my cheeks is as obvious as the wetness of my pussy on your skin.
